Old man turns 15
Ronon's bday was July 2nd, and he turned 15 years old.
First photo of Ronon, his face used to be all brown with a black goatee, and the slightest bit of white on the muzzle.
15 years old, 9 pounds and still a cheeseburger monster. Almost all white muzzle now.
He was the first pet I chose, that wasn't given to me or came with family or friends. I found him on a Kijiji ad, and we drove hours to get to a Mennonite farm. We didn't originally plan to bring him home that night, but the conditions of his living scenario sucked so we paid for him and bought puppy supplies on the route home.
We called him Ronon, after Ronon Dex from Stargate Atlantis. Ronin was the size of a popcan and weighed 1 pound.
The first thing we gave him was a cheeseburger from McDonald's, and that's been his thing ever since.
Ronon loved entertaining my son’s classmates on google classroom during the covid lockdown.
He's the biggest cuddle buddy, if you're sick he will cuddle you till you're better. My nanny dog.
He's not too fond of Liono but they do share a bond. Liono learned some of his habits from Ronon, and most days doesn't bother Ronon. Every now and then he gets the zoomies and Ronon needs some protection from the unhinged bouncing off the walls his brother does. Ronon's an old man, doesn't like bouncy teenagers.
My friends have been saying goodbye to their first fur-kids, everyone of them is around the same age as Ronon or were slightly older. It’s such a shitty season in life when your best friends pass. I can't fucking comprehend a life without my little buddy and I don't want to. But I get that it's inevitable and it just fucking sucks.
