I had to put my little Beagle princess down last year. Started down the renal failure path, and the last visit to the vet went from hopeful to “do the right thing as a friend” in the matter of a few minutes. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I hugged her and whispered in her ear while the vet did the deed. Her suffering was over quickly (surprisingly so), but MY pain has diminished at a very slow rate. She would be 12 this July.

My red Heeler was such an awesome friend that he passed away on his own. He was 16. Two of the best friends a person could hope for, and they’ll hold extremely special places in my heart and memory until I’m gone too.


Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy, its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery.
--Winston Churchill