well, the cold curel hand of fate as finally shadowed over my home. as most you may know my dog is very old, just turned 14 years old this pass november. well, that time as come to put him to sleep.
his decline started about 2 weeks ago when is started not eating or drinking very well, then eventallyhe stopped eating all together. he spent more time out laying on the deck then inside. even as i saw him lay sleeping on the deck, i could see his life slowly fading away. yesterday morning, his back legs were virturally gone, he could barely walk, let alone stand. now i know why he was outside so much because the cold helped relieve a little of the major pain he was in later that day, my dad took him to the vet to see if there anything more we could for him, and the vet said there was nothing more we could do. the only was option was sugery on his back legs, it coast to much money, and doing sugery on a dog that old most likey would not succseed. so i knoew then he was at the point of no return and he was just going to suffer. and i promised myself i would never let my pet suffer in any way.
so me and my parents decided to put him down, he looked so bad he would make through another week, so we decided to him down today. i was hopeing he would last at least till january, but fate had differant plans... last night, i gave him a towel rub and good brush, he always liked that. then gave his favorite meal, ham and cheese sandwhich on a casier roll, that his last meal i could give to him.
this morning, a petted him for a god half hor, saying my last goodbyes to him and then my dad took him away to the vet to be put down. i loved him so much, he was the firend i never had, always happy to greet me when i come home and be with me. play with me when i was happy, protect me when i was in danger, comfort me when i'm lonely, but now he's gone. i'm literally crying while typeing this......
so i goona be sad for a while, but i won't stop doing my art. to tell you the truth doing my artwork is the only that keeps from falling into a deep depression or slowly slipping in insaneity.

my dog was a sheltland sheepdog
his name was sparky
he lived to be 14 years old.

R.I.P.
i pray for his safe passage to heavan now.