Things Aren't Going So Good

Things are not going good at all. We might have to put my dog of 13 years, down. His hips are getting back and he can barely get up now. I feel so bad. I am not sure if I want to go say my good byes because it's going to be hard. I want to remember all the good times and not the final time I see him. This shit is hard. I hate loosing a dog. I remember the day we picked him up from the pound. He was sitting all alone in the corner and I knew that he was the one I wanted. My dad wanted to name him Icon. But when we brought him in the house the first thing he did was run into the wall. I knew right then and there his name would be NASCAR. Well my next post might be a sad one. My dad took him to the vet today to have him checked out. We shall she what happens...