Why I've Been M.I.A.

Yes I know, I haven't blogged in while. I've been a little out of it.

On June 13 we put my dog Scruffy to sleep. She was 17 years old and very ill. She was predominantly a Terrier and that breed of dog really doesn't live past 10 or 12 years old; A tribute to the very loving care my Father has given her.

The vet told us it was time. There was nothing more that the medication or care could do for her. Scruffy's back legs were shot, her hearing and sight were going as well. In the past few months she'd dropped down to a scant 23 pounds. She used to be 48. She had also become sporadically incontinent and was no longer sleeping or eating well. Sadly, we had to finally admit what we already knew in our hearts and only the vet had the courage to say out loud.

We took her in, said our good-bye's and did the unthinkable. We sat with her until the end. It is one of the hardest things we've ever had to do. After 17 years, we lost a member of the family. I miss her terribly.

I'd like to thank everyone again for the outpouring of condolances. I greatly appreciate it.