All Good Things Come To An End

After fifteen years, my dog Laddie has died.

He had gotten very weak this past week, so we initially assumed he was just very hungry, so we fed him more often to get him on his feet again..

Went to feed him this morning, only to find him curled in a ball motionless. He must've passed on during the night, and with help from a few mates, I buried him in a field not so far from my house a few hours ago.

I'd have thought in a situation like this I'd have handled this better, but I grew up with this dog. He may not have been in the house much, but sometimes I'd just go out the back to see him.

I still haven't accepted it yet, it feels more like a family member passed on than a pet.

Ah, that will be all. I just needed to get it out there.