Today, I had to say goodbye to my best friend of 15+ years. My parents had to put my dog down. It just seems so weird that he is gone. I remember getting him as a puppy and playing with him and all this other stuff. I know it was his time to go. He was in bad shape. It sucks but I'll get over it. Even though he was the family dog, he always seemed to be mine. Even as he was getting older, he always knew when I was around. He always had a huge smile on his face. Plus, he was blind, but when he would go into the neighbor's yard, I'd go get him and he wouldn't growl at me. He would growl at my dad but never with me. We use to play football and hide and go seek when we were both much much younger. Well I just needed to get this out. I feel better writing this down. I'll always love him and he'll always be with me, plus I have him tattooed on my foot!