We got bad news from the vet today. Our eleven-year-old Puggle is fading fast, and we’re faced with the most awful of all decisions. This fella has been with me through some of the very best times of my life, and some of the worst. How many thousands of miles have we walked together, this dog and I? How many separations followed by joyous reunions? Oh man, I’m gonna miss him.

A little bit of grace. That’s what a good dog is, you know. A little bit of grace. — Stephen King