-Peanut (aka Nuthead), the fuzzy face you see by my nickname "Skeetor", could no longer hardly breathe this morning so my poor husband took him to the Vet to be set free. He had a bad heart murmur. He went down hill fast, yesterday he came with me as usual to help me fill the bird feeders with just a couple of coughs and all of a sudden last night he had to hold his head straight out to breathe. Of course, in my own make believe world, I was hoping he was just having one of his bad days and would be better this morning, but this morning he was a lot worse. He could hardly get any breath, had trouble walking... He was my mom's dog and she passed away in 2005 so perhaps he's sitting on her lap now.
He was somewhere between 13 and 15 years old (he was a pound dog, rescued in the nick of time by my mom as he'd been brought by people back 3 times) Farewell to my little tail chaser. He will be soooooo missed!
Okay, I gotta go now....not feeling too Sparky right now...