I know I have been really quiet lately. I hope it's going to change as I missed these conversations.
My dog, Wrex, was put to sleep a couple of weeks ago. He was sixteen and had pretty much been my absolute best friend (better than many human 'friends') for over eight years. In his younger years he was a police dog and delighted adults and children all over the country by demonstrating his training. Throughout his life he was loved and cared for. He was never struck, never shouted at and he never knew the suffering that some unlucky animals endure. He didn't become ill until his last few days when it was clear that he wouldn't get better. We made the hardest choice, to allow him to die painlessly with dignity and free from suffering the way he had lived.
I love you Wrex, goodbye my good dog.