It's Been A Bad Week For Good Dogs

Jen commented earlier this weekend, and I'm forced to agree. Forced, that is, by the IM from my parents about Jacques, who's been in and out of the vet's all this week for diagnostic work to see why he's so sick all of a sudden. Poor fellow. With all his playfulness this summer, it was hard to remember he was going on thirteen. Sure, he'd grown into a lumpy old lab, but that didn't stop him from chasing Dan and me around the house like a lumbering maniac-dog, pestering my parents to take him for walks, or begging in that adorably pathetic way for the empty coffee cups after I came back from Casey's.

He's been a Good Boy. I will miss him.