Just after midnight a few Fridays back, my wife and I came downstairs from watching a movie to go to sleep when I noticed something was wrong. Our eldest dog was lying on his bed and in a bad way. He was to be 15 this summer and had been having a tough time as of late. He would get confused, his legs would give out on him on the hardwood floors and his sight and hearing were failing. He still had good days but they were dwindling in number. We got down on the floor with him. His head lay in my lap and my wife hugged him. His brother dog was there as well. I think you know where this might be leading and feel free to stop reading if you want. It’s took me several days to process and be able to capture my thoughts and be able to write, but instead of words I want to share some pictures of our good dog CJ.
We’re going to miss him. Good bye CJ, We love you!
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