Saying Goodbye

My dad's dog Lucky took the big sleep last night. He was ten years old, and he had the double whammy of a bladder infection and pancreatitis. He wasn't eating, and he went in his favorite spot, undder the bed.

Lucky was a rescue from the sPCA. He was part Labrador, part German Shepherd, and part Great Perrynes (sp) We had indications that he knew he was getting close to the end, as he was passing off duties like sleeping by the front door to Coco, my dad's three year old Akita.

Ask your furkin to help guide him to the lands where there are green fields, lots of rabbits to chase, and warm spots to rest. He will be missed.