Today we had to put my dog down. He lived a great long 15-17 years, really old for a dog. I’m not going to type out that he was my best friend, because he wasn’t. He was a great dog, confident, and pal. The only guy I’ve ever known to keep a secret so well. After 13 years with him I couldn’t ask for a better dog. It hasn’t really hit me that he’s gone and I’m sure it will soon enough. He was a good one, didn’t bark too much, didn’t bite, wasn’t scary. He shed too much and peed and pooped in the house too much, but it wasn’t that bad. I couldn’t have asked for a better puppy. RIP buddy, see you later.
Dedicated to the only dog I ever really like and especially loved, you’ll be missed, however, I’m sure the carpets will be relieved.