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Ideal_Rock
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- Nov 12, 2004
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He was twelve and a half years old, a shaggy mutt of inderminate origin. Sweet, silly, something of a clown, and part of my heart.
He''d been in failing health for the last few months...suspected lymphoma...but hanging in there pretty well until the last couple of days. Last night and this morning he very clearly let me know it was time to go.
I took him to the vet and held him in my arms while he went to sleep.
I know he was ready...but I guess I wasn''t. This is hard.
Thanks, PS, for having a place where I can write this.
Here''s his picture:

He''d been in failing health for the last few months...suspected lymphoma...but hanging in there pretty well until the last couple of days. Last night and this morning he very clearly let me know it was time to go.
I took him to the vet and held him in my arms while he went to sleep.
I know he was ready...but I guess I wasn''t. This is hard.
Thanks, PS, for having a place where I can write this.
Here''s his picture:
