Life Without Dogs
Say it ain't so. Tell me I didn't wake up today to a life without a dog. Fifteen years is not 'like a part of the family', fifteen years IS a part of the family. The night we brought him home, he got carsick on the drive. We got him from a sweet lady named Nora who had a boxer and a toddler. Nox (the Latin personification of night, she said) apparently bullied them both as a five month old puppy. He was already trained to poop only in the gravel part of the yard. He checked out his new home by first peeing on our kitchen floor. That was his parting shot at the vet last night when we took him in to send him off; peacefully and not painfully. One of the harder decisions one has to make in life but the right one. We'd have preferred if he just went quietly in his sleep but someone recently told me that 'experience' only means not getting what you want in life. Tell me I'm not sitting here eating his last two hot dogs. The 2 boys from across the street came...