We put Earl down today. Twelve years of his sorry ass following me around the farm
I got to hold him at the end, fitting in that I would have not wanted to be anywhere else but with my boy. His life and mine have been a joy.
I think I posted more yesterday than ever, nervous about the news.
I was blessed to know him, fortunate that he was my dog. There is no remorse in a life well led...he never knew a collar or a chain or a fence: we should all be so lucky.
No sorrow, folks.
