Today while at work, I guess Blackie (the oldest dog in our house, he was at least 8 years) was having troubles with his arthritis. We've been talking about putting him down for the past week. We were planning on doing all that after Daniel had gone to Korea for the National Guard, but that didn't happen. They decided to put him down today cause it was really bad. He was laying down all day, just whining. He wasn't moving or anything, he was just in pain. So Dan (not Daniel, Dan is Daniels father) took him to the vet and had him put down. I wish I could've had a warning just so I could've spoiled him like crazy before he was put down.
Oh well, I can't change that now.
RIP, Blackie.
You weren't the best dog, but you weren't the worst.
To lighten the mood of this sad, sad, blog,
here's a picture of Brownie from yesterday in the rain
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