Well today was a day I dreaded. I got the call from my parents that the family Basset Hound, Leo, died in his sleep overnight. We got him when I was a freshman in college, 10 years ago, as a rescue dog.
I had no idea that he would end up as such a loyal dog. He was a bit of a clown, he hated cats, loved peanut butter, bread, carmel treats and meaty bones. When I pulled away from my parent's driveway after a visit, he would just stand in front of the gate and just stare at you with long, drawn eyes.
He was very playful, mostly just wanted his belly patted and time for at least 4 to 5 naps a day.
He declined quickly over the last few weeks. I almost suspect he had a cancer or something. I saw him last yesterday. He didn't seem like he recognized me and was wheezing a bit.
My parents buried him next to his doghouse this evening, which is the way to go: asleep in your doghouse with full years.
Here's to you Leo, may you rest in peace little friend!