On March 25th, I had to let my buddy, Diesel Dawg. rest. The cancerous growth on his privates had burst and I couldn't get the bleeding to stop. He was scared too. Just three weeks earlier the vet had said Diesel wasn't suffering so I brought him home that day. When the bleeding started and it was evident we couldn't stop it, I had no choice but to not let Deez suffer and bleed to death so it was decided to let him rest. You ever see a grown man of 57 cry? I admit it. I did! Like a baby I did and I'm not ashamed of it. I treasured every single day of those last three weeks I had with him. Deez was 13 years old when he passed but he was just a big puppy. His mom is a border collie and his dad was a three legged golden retriever. I never knew the dad but i still have the mom. Madison, the mom, is my ex-wife's dog but I've had her the last 7 or 8 years. Anyway, Diesel was a big dog but he loved to lie in my lap when I'd sit in my big chair. He'd put his head on my chest and sleep like a baby. Man, that dog snored. The days since he passed have been rough as any of you who have lost a treasured pet can attest to. His ashes will be returned to me Wednesday of this week so I'll still have him around but I still miss him.