I had to put Sam down yesterday.
Got home from shopping and he couldn't get out of the truck.
When I got him out, he was totally disoriented and confused.
Minor brain hemorrhage is my guess.
So I dug a grave in the Walnut grove where all the dogs end up and shot him.
He was a really good dog.
I'm actually glad it ended.
13 years is OLD for a dog that size, and the last couple of weeks I've been thinking that maybe it was getting to be time to pull the plug.
It is a hard decision to make, so for me, it was good that the decision was taken with no input from me.
Fortunately, he used to go live with my x-wife ever so often, so Thais hasn't figured out that he is dead.
He thinks Sam is off visiting.
My little grandchild is going to take it hard, I think.
She really loved him.
Yah for me too. This morning driving home from work(graveyard shift). The local yokel radio station was announcing the winner of their contest for naming the dJ's new dog. Thunder was the winning name.
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