Some of you may remember that a couple months ago I had a contest about how much it cost to move my old dog into a new apartment. Well, she lasted only a little over two months. She was in too much pain, couldn't get up without help, and was starting to lose control. I took her in this morning and she went peacefully and isn't suffering anymore. She was 14 and had a great life. She ate like a queen all week, and we each had a final sausage McMuffin together on the way to the vet. She was my cigar buddy, and the assistant pit boss when the smoker was cranked up. I will miss her terribly. A couple pictures, one when she was young, and one I took last week. When I saw the look in her eyes when I took the last picture, I knew I made the right decision.

