DAY 166 – My Friend

I took my dog to the vet today and said goodbye. He was 11 years old and had days when he couldn’t get up from the floor without the assistance of a towel.

I held him in my arms as the vet injected the medicine into his front arm. He slowly laid back and went to sleep.

This was my dog. He was the first dog that really belonged to me. He sat with me in the garage when I worked in the summer. He rode with me in the car as I made trips around town. He sat motionless in the boat as I fished for bluegill. He was nearly perfect.

I will miss him terribly.

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