Nike

I'm dog-less. 

Nike had been showing signs of age for some time now, and hasn't been able to run with me since shortly after the twins were born. 

 In the last few weeks of December he stopped eating, had a hard time controlling his body functions, lost 10 lbs (down to a final 49 lbs from a more typical 75-80), and was quickly losing control of his legs. I made the hard choice to put him down. 

But then again, I wasn't about to let him starve himself to death, either. It was one of the hardest decisions I've ever made, but luckily, the vet (dad of my old friend Dagny) said he would have done the same thing if it were his dog, so I have some consolation.

Nike was the best dog. He was well-behaved and hardly ever did anything to get in trouble (except the occasional taking food from babies, and they practically have it to him so it's not really his fault), he would run with me for hours at my pace, and he let my kids climb all over him.

I miss that dog. Finding a new one as good as him will be difficult.

 It's been an eventful and stressful week. I got a new niece, lost a dog, wrote a talk, and had a lot of drama in all aspects of my life. Hopefully the next few weeks calm down and I can hopefully get a new dog soon, but until then, I just hope I can make it through without too much more crying.