We went to celebrate a relative’s sixty-fifth birthday and had a nice afternoon with good food and friendly games of backyard volleyball. But when we came home, one of our dogs had passed away in his crate. He was an Australian Shepherd named Dumbledore, just shy of 10 years old. Even though he has occasionally suffered mild seizures since the time he was a pup, we had no advance warning that he was ill. He seemed himself this morning. So, we had to take him to the vet and say our goodbyes. He went peacefully, probably in his sleep. We’re grateful for that. But we’re very sad to have lost a good and loyal friend. He was a sweet dog with a kind heart and a legendary appetite. We will miss him.
Bad Day
