My Cocker Spaniel… a permanent fixture in my home for 15 years… died last night. It wasn’t unexpected for me, but my wife (who has been recovering from an extended illness) didn’t know he was on his way out until last night. Thankfully she got a chance to say goodbye. Hopefully she’ll understand and not hate me for keeping it a secret. I don’t think dogs are capable of hate, but if they are, I hope Logan understood that there was nothing I could do for him. He was increasingly erratic and annoying in his later years, but he was our friend.
That’s about all I can say right now, other than that this has turned out to be a pretty shitty week.