A weblog of diaretic (as opposed to diarrhetic) crap.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Pushin' up the Daisies
Mom and dad had to have the Easer Beagle put down this week. She was almost 15 1/2 years old. Ripe old age. She was diagnosed with Cushing's Disease when she was 8 and given 3 months to live, so we think she did pretty good. She was happy and bouncy and healthy for most of her life, and only really started to slow down a lot in the last 2 years. By last week she was too weak to walk to the back door to go out for a pee.
I'm too bummed to write much about her right now, so I'll just put up some photos.
The Easter Beagle sunning herself amongst the pansies.
Curled up in bed, waiting for mom to wake up so she can go for a walk in the park and check her p-mail.
Looking cute and knowing it, blast her.
The Belly Beagle in her preferred habitat -- dozing on dad's corpulence.