My dog died.
More accurately, my wife and I had to put him down. He bit her and drew blood and that's not good.
He was an old dog and a rescue from the local shelter so we don't know his really age but we estimate he was about 15 maybe more. We had him for 9 years.
His name was Lucky and he was a good dog. I loved him, of course, but biting others is a line no dog should cross.
And that's all there is to say really.
Now if you'll excuse me, I think I need to grieve.
Thanks.
1 comment:
My condolences on your friend Richard...doesn't matter what they do, it is always a hard decision to let them go.
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