Took my buddy in for his last vet visit. Always a hard thing to do. But i think he had a good life. A 1000 trips the the dog park in his early years till the chaos got to much for me (but not him). 10K miles put in for daily walks. Couple hundreds days hiking in the wilderness to the top of a mountain, high ridge or mushroom hunting, there was a short break when he needed a toe amputated but that only kept him down a few weeks. Lots of treats and good food. He wasn't a big fan of being petted as he figured a better use for the hands was to play laser pointer. He is missed. And the house is very quiet with him gone. But it is almost time for the gym. Life goes on.
