A 3 Time Felon and my friend...
We are so sad...bereft. Yet, we move on in life. If you don't think dogs have souls, or are family members, you had best leave this post here. Santana, our 12 year old German Shepherd that we rescued when he was one, died at home on July 28th. He was hospiced by our youngest daughter, who stayed with him as he grew weak. While he tried to stay alive just one more day, that heart of his just quit. We missed him by about 18 hours. When a big dog's heart starts to quit, it is fast, faster than I admitted to myself that it would go. We knew he was not as strong as he'd been, nor was he as agile. His back end was a bit tough for him to raise up these past few months. While he continued to be playful with the puppydog (2 year old Jupiter - boxer mix) he sometimes just plopped down in the midst of the action. He didn't huff and puff until a week ago last Friday. At the vet's for his kennel shots (the plan was for the pups to be ke...