I finished up my half day of work Wednesday and practically ran to the L station for my mini commute home. I was all set for an afternoon of leisurely shopping and fun about town until I got a bad news phone call. My brother's sweet 8 month old puppy, Graham, was sick and was going to have to be put down. My heart sank and tears streamed down my face as I talked to my mom on the phone. Unfortunately, he had a congenital kidney defect and was in complete kidney failure. I think the worst part was that it was completely unexpected.
I know not everyone is a dog person but in my family...well...we're big dog people. I mean, our dogs get Christmas presents from Santa. It was a really hard weekend for my family and my heart has been so heavy for my brother. Sweet Graham had a short, but very rich life. My mom and I laughed about just how much of a good time he had in 8 short months. (To the tune of: eating\chewing up an entire bag of granny smith apples, busting through doors, and stealing/treating himself to an entire rotisserie chicken off of the counter, etc.) We nicknamed him "the Bull" because he was always thrashing through doors and had an all around wreckless nature.
He was so very loved and he will be so very missed. We're certain he is having lots of fun in doggy heaven.