Lazer150

One week ago today my dog, Leo, passed away. It was peaceful, we think he was just sleeping, and then his heart just gave out. He was to be eleven years old in January. He was more than a dog, he was family. In many ways I considered him to be an unofficial brother. He loved food, chicken, watermelon and bread were some of his three favorites. He also loved him some sleep, he easily slept fifteen hours a day. He also loved everyone he met, be it family or a complete stranger. He was not that fond of cats, or other dogs, be he could learn to adapt. He made it through one last Thanksgiving, and one last birthday for me. I don't think I could