Thank you.
Clancy didn’t suffer. The trauma was quick and clean, thankfully.
He’s buried next to “Cali” (Caliban) in the woods next to the house. Cali was our 13 year old Chocolate Lab, Chow, Greyhound mix we had put down for cancer.
Both of them were my virtual shadows and pains in the butt at times. But they were my pains in the butt!
Thank God for that, at least.
My yard is starting to look like a Stephen King novel.
[somewhere, you know, is a special, needful puppy that Clancy has picked out just for you. go find it]...:)