Man's best friend...
My dog back home in Tennessee, Jasper, was put down this morning. He was diagnosed with prostate cancer about two weeks ago. The vet gave my parents a bunch of drugs for him, but told us it was basically a matter of time. He was doing pretty good, still pretty happy, but yesterday he stopped eating and was obviously in a lot of pain. My mom decided that if she got up in the morning and he wasn't wagging his tail, then it was time. For those of you who met my dog, you know that he was always wagging his tail whenever he met anybody, so I think that was the right decision. I had just hoped he would make it until I got to go home for Christmas.
Jasper was in my opinion the friendliest dog you could ever meet. Everyone was his friend, whether they wanted to be or not. And if you didn't like him, he tried his hardest to force you to like him. He loved going for walks, getting his belly scratched, barking at everything, was scared to death of my cat that he could squish if he sat on him, was a frequent subject of my high school photography endeavors, a shameless face licker, and a best friend who never judged me.
Jasper was in my opinion the friendliest dog you could ever meet. Everyone was his friend, whether they wanted to be or not. And if you didn't like him, he tried his hardest to force you to like him. He loved going for walks, getting his belly scratched, barking at everything, was scared to death of my cat that he could squish if he sat on him, was a frequent subject of my high school photography endeavors, a shameless face licker, and a best friend who never judged me.