Skip to comments.Schoep, Arthritic Dog Whose Photo Touched Millions, Dies
Posted on 07/19/2013 5:58:20 PM PDT by mountn man
Last summer, a photo of a man cradling his elderly dog in Lake Superior pierced the hearts of millions. Schoep, a shepherd mix who turned 20 on June 15, passed away on Wednesday, but his image will remain a lasting tribute to the deep and loving bond that can run between humans and their canine companions. Owner John Unger posted a brief Facebook statement on Thursday, saying, "I breathe but I can't catch my breath...Schoep passed yesterday."
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I can only say: that’s love.
We have a 19 year old kitty that gets waited on hand and foot. Watching her walk is painful, but she still gets around and enjoys life, bless her heart.
can your vet give her anything to make anything better/less worse?
the only thing that makes it better is i know one day i get them back.
We had her in for her annual check-up last month. They didn’t think there was anything that would help her much. Medicating a cat can be a struggle. At least it’s summer, & she enjoys going out & baking in the sun. And at night there’s a warm lap to curl up in.
Very true...my vet tells me a cat’s biochemistry is much different than that of a dog. Very few meds work on kitties, and many that help us (and dogs) are toxic to cats.
She loved my grandpas farm. She could run the fields for hours. She loved to swim. One time, I was out by the pond, waxing my car, and she was in the pond swimming around. The barn swallows flew overhead and would swoop down towards her and she'd turn and swim after them, barking at it,. Another would swoop and she'd turn anb swim and bark. This continued on for at least 2 hours, without her feet touching land.
Her last 4th of July, we walked up town and I took her to the pond at the park. I unhooked her leash and told her to go ahead. She looked at me with a look, as if to say "REALLY". Then she ran in. She swam and swam and swam some more. Then she came out. I could tell she still had more in her. I told he that she could swim some more if she wanted to, so she turned around and went back in. I swear, dogs DO understand what we say.
When she came out, I could tell she had enough, so we started walking home. We had walked maybe 200 hundred yds, and I could tell the arthritis was bothering her, but we kept going. She went maybe another 100 yds before she just kind of stopped and said "Dad, do we really have to go home? I'm tired and I ache." So I picked her up and carried her the rest of the way home.
She's been gone almost 22 years now. I will always remember that day with her.
That's my Cody. A Golden I had, who's been gone now for about 10 years.
I picture him in heaven...WAITING...patiently. Oh he was so mild mannered.
One day, I'll go home and my dogs will be there, greeting me with tails wagging and kisses and yips and sitting on my feet or leaning against me as hard as they can.
(Dang keyboard, where are those letters at)
Aw God,I loved the picture and the love it showed.
RIP little one.
MONTHS later she came home from worked and asked about the type of dog I wanted. I told her a Golden Retriever. She asked about the red dogs that look similar. An Irish Setter. I had never thought of them. She told me a lady at work had one and they could no longer keep her.
So we went to check her out. When I got there, it was like we were N and S pole magnets. We were made for each other.
Ginger was JUST A WEE BIT on the high strung side. The vet we had, an older gentleman, who had some experience, said she was the most energetic Setter he had ever seen. Setters as a breed are known for being very energetic. All my friends said she was a dog version of me. Always wound up and ready to go, and ALWAYS up to something, with a strong stubborn streak.
To this day, I think God matched me up with just the dog I needed.
Today, at my feet as I type this, there is another Irish at my feet, Molly. Not as high strung as Ginger was, but no less the character.
The photographer who took this photo is a dear friend of my cousin, also a photographer, and they both live in Bayfield WI, on Lake Superior. The photographer of this photo lost her own husband in an ice fishing accident on the lake just this past winter: http://www.twincities.com/ci_22458940/wis-man-dies-after-fall-through-ice-lake
My sympathies for you of Sadie. May her memories never fade.
leaning on you? they’re gonna be knocking you over!
I read this and started getting damp eyed. I now have 105 pounds of rescue dog snuggling up to me comforting me. Why can’t we be more like them?