Goodbye, Star. I’ll always remember you for your sweet temperament and gold-flecked coat. We’d count the times people would call you beautiful, walking together around town lake. (Your record was five.) You kept me sane during a rough time in my life. Everyone loved you, expert swimmer and tennis ball chaser.
A picture I took at breakfast…
My ex-wife Rebekah and I had to make a tough decision today; we put Loki to sleep.
Over the last few years, he’d lost his hearing and most of his eyesight. He was occasionally experiencing seizures, his balance was starting to fail, and (perhaps worst) he had a perpetual cough, caused by the slow collapse of his windpipe.
After a bad incident today, Rebekah called so we could talk it over. Putting him down seemed like the best decision; a way to spare him ongoing deterioration and suffering. It wasn’t a quick decision, as we’d discussed it off and on over the last few months.
He’d been part of our lives, together and separately, for over 15 years. I have a hundred stories about amusing or interesting things he did during his life. He was a great dog and will be missed.
