Poor Little Puppy

My best friend called me last night to tell me they had to put her dog, Cayman, down. It was sudden and somewhat unexpected. He had developed epilepsy a few months ago and she and I often commiserated over our respective animals and what each of them had been going through lately. But poor Cayman took a downturn last night and the vet indicated they had done all they could. Maxx made the hard decision to let Cayman go, rather than have him suffer through another few weeks of more of the same. It's heartbreakingly sad to lose one of your animals, and anyone that has them knows that it takes scant little time for them to stop being just a cat or a dog. Within a very short time they jump the ranks to become the furry member of the family.

Cayman was a big dog and he had the personality to match. Funny, goofy and I swear he grinned. I'd bet money on it. A great big, goofy grin. He'd come running at a mad dash, tongue hanging out whenever I came down to visit. Maxx would try to restrain him as best she could, but like I said, he was a big dog. I always had visions of her not catching him in time. He'd land on me and I go flying back out the front door and tumbling down the steps. He was a big ball of energy, but he had such a sweet disposition and not a mean bone in his body. He'll be missed. I wish I could articulate better how much, but Maxx's tribute on her blog pretty much says it all. Have a look, and have a tissue handy. She's over at the link I Was Never That Into You Anyway (http://letsdogcoffee.blogspot.com).