I just sent this story and image to my younger brother.
He had to put his canine companion of 16 years down earlier today.
The dog was a Chow/? mixed breed pup that he rescued at a cemetery. His friend who was with him when they encountered the stray pup, chose the name Bonez, in an ode to the graveyard’s residents.
My brother cried uncontrollably more than once today. He’s 53 and I am 66. I told him in my headline of the e-mail that I just sent... “Dogs, man’s best friend. I saw it today in your tears. Love ya!”
I can’t imagine having to take a pet in to have it put to sleep. I know that day will be coming for my son’s first dog, Archibald, a golden lab. He has 3 of them, but Arch is about 8 now, and he’s slowing down. He’s been a perfect dog. He goes hunting with Mike, and works his little heart out. Mike loves him to bits. It makes me cry just thinking about that day approaching, bit by bit.
“He had to put his canine companion of 16 years down earlier today.”
Oh, that is so hard.
I’m so sorry.