Happy Birthday to me

Thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday. Sadly, the day was spoiled for me by having to take Duke to the vet first thing to put him down. He was getting worse by the hour all yesterday and it was painful to watch. It was probably the hardest decision I've ever made, but it was for the best. Trish came down to say goodbye, to help me with Duke and just to be there for me and the kids in a difficult time.

Enough of the sadness. He lived fourteen years, thirteen with us. I like to think they were good years for him as well as for us. His zest for life never faded until the very end. He will be missed - it will take time for all of us here to get used to his not being around. But in the end, we will. So I'm trying to remember the good times and how much devotion and love we shared with our friend, Duke.