FAREWELL BARTY

 BARTY--MY GRANDDOG 

Barty was rescued from a shelter by my daughter, Molly.   He was in horrific shape-- so very sick that I was surprised they didn't put him down after I reviewed his records.   But he was SO HAPPY, regardless of his health.   He was carrying his hamburger when he was found. 

Molly fostered him for the shelter near us and he improved amazingly well.   When it was time, she couldn't let him go.  He became hers. 

He had been obese at 33 pounds-- and he was down to a healthy weight of 20 pounds.  Slightly smaller meals, over time will help a dog so much.  

Barty couldn't see or hear well, but he was happy to try anything.  

My grandson gave Barty several nick names.  He was part of the Snackington blogs.  One was "Barty, High Reeve of Snackington" (sheriff).  Another was "Cornelius Bartholomew of Snackington the Third."  He was also "Sir Barty of Snackington."  He had so many nicknames.  

He was best friends with Callie (who ended up deciding to live at my house-- my husband adores her).

Another friend was Lily.  She's the Secretary of Defense at Camp Snackington. 

Finley was his big friend.  He's big, but sweet.  

Barty was older when he was rescued, and his health had not been good, but he kept going.  

His hearing and sight declined.   (He is here with my Sissy.)

He loved his home-- celebrating every day with his family.  

He thought he was looking out the window.   

He had arthritis, but still was able to get around. 

That changed and he was limping more and more.   Last week-end, he declined quickly. 

 It was time.  

He couldn't move anymore, and he wasn't comfortable.  So, my daughter held him and loved on him when it was time.   His presence will be greatly missed by her.  She had him for 5 years, but it seemed much longer-- for Barty it was a life of love.  

Farewell, Barty.   You were a great little man.   We all loved you.  💙