My poor little dog, Chewy, got put to sleep a few weeks ago. I mean, he was 14 and all elderly and stuff, so it wasn't a surprise. He couldn't hear or jump up onto the couch or do pretty much anything anymore. Bor-ing. Last Christmas I took this picture knowing it was probably going to be the last picture ever taken with Chewy:
I found out when I called my sister 4 days after it happened. She broke the news to me gently by saying, "Did you know Chewy's dead?" Thanks, Michelle!
All joking aside, I'm going to miss that dog. This is one of the reasons why I never want a dog. It's too sad when they die.
