His Name was Logan

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.


  1. nate, January 15, 2010:

    Please accept my condolences.

  2. Kragon, January 15, 2010:

    Sorry man. I really am. I give my condolences as well to you and your wife.

  3. WeREwOLf, January 15, 2010:

    Damn, that sucks bro. :(

    When you have a pet that long, it really IS part of the family — one of those cliches that’s absolutely true.

    My condolences as well, and I hope your wife is feeling better soon.

  4. epm, January 17, 2010:

    Yeah, I´ve already lost some dogs and, specially at this moment in your life, this really sucks.
    Dogs live about 15 years, so, it is a bit like when I lost my grandfather. At a certain age you have to expect it. One of those facts of life.

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