Friday, November 19, 2010

In Memorium

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.


1 comment:

Judy said...

My condolences on your friend Richard...doesn't matter what they do, it is always a hard decision to let them go.