an ode to my dog
On Saturday May 31st around 9:30 am my dog passed.
We had to help him with that but it was the right thing to do as a pet owner, as his human steward in this world.
It sucks to need to make such a choice but he cannot make it for himself and he was going to be in a lot of pain otherwise.
His name was Oreo. He lived a long and happy life. He loved to run. He loved to chase after his toys. He did not exactly understand why he needed to give the toys to us in order to throw them.
He loved to bark at any dogs he saw and pee on trees.
He was happy and hopefully we did a good job caring for him.
He will be missed.