Bye, buddy
I had my dog Beckett put down yesterday. He was diagnosed with a malignant tumor on his skull last May, and was originally given a prognosis of a couple of months. As he was already 11, and treatment would have involved drilling out a large part of his skull and massive amounts of chemotherapy, I elected to let nature take its course. That course is now run, and he's now hopefully eating an unlimited supply of bacon wrapped BBQ ribs in doggy heaven.
I got him when he was two months old. He and Kira (my other dog) were regulars at the Netscape campus Back In The Day, and have been good-natured participants in many an adventure over the years. Not to mention being experts at happily overwhelming us and our guests with doggy farts.
I'll miss you, buddy...
Beckett(right) and Kira, Tahoe, December 1999
Beckett, San Francisco, May 2007
(This photo courtesy of Dawn Endico)
I got him when he was two months old. He and Kira (my other dog) were regulars at the Netscape campus Back In The Day, and have been good-natured participants in many an adventure over the years. Not to mention being experts at happily overwhelming us and our guests with doggy farts.
I'll miss you, buddy...
Beckett(right) and Kira, Tahoe, December 1999
Beckett, San Francisco, May 2007
(This photo courtesy of Dawn Endico)