As some of you know, my dog Mog was diagnosed with lymphoma back in July. We thought things were going well, but things took a turn for the worse last week. He suffered multiple seizures, stopped eating, and tried to stop sleeping as well. He was suffering and miserable, and I couldn't make him go through any more.
We laid him to rest early this afternoon.





I forget who's signature I'm paraphrasing, but: "Days spent in the woods or fields with a dog should not be counted against our time alloted on this earth."
It was a good eight years.