They say good news never come in pair, but bad ones comes in group.
I guess it is somewhat true, because my dog of 12 years finally died today. He was battling very hard with his sickness after being diagnosed with heavy heartworm infection. In a way, I feel very sorry for him always panting so hard.
Life might have been cruel to him at his end of life, but at least death was kinder. Now he is safe with lord in heaven.
Good bye flakes. And I forgive all the mischieves you've done to us.
(sorry, no pictures of him)