Last week my brother's dog starting acting really weird. They took him to the vet and he had some problem with his brain. He was in a lot of pain so this morning they put him down.
Dad told me that last night Joe slept on the floor holding him. He was a really freakin' cool dog. I wanted to go help bury him but I'm still feeling pretty sick and couldn't make it.
I've been loving on Skeeter extra hard.
Sorry to hear that. It sucks when they leave before you're ready for them to go.