Smokie

We had a tough goodbye to Smokie this morning.

It's never easy especially when they look up at you with those sad eyes.

It's been a rough three weeks after Smokie's bout with pancreatitis.

We debated then about treating him or puting him down. The vet, of course was no help at all. Well I'm old, he said, nobody is talking about puting me down.

We'll wait until he's 100 years old, blind, deaf, and unable to eat or stand on his own before we respond to that one.

Yes indeed, old dogs are their bread and butter.

We'll miss Smokie but he's had a good long innings and we've enjoyed every moment of it.
Well maybe not the last few days.