Well Done Thou Good And Faithful Servant.

We lost our beloved Faust this morning. No one's exactly sure what happened, but he fell gravely ill yesterday and was definitely in Septic Shock. We suspect he may have been suffering from ulcers, but the only way to know for sure, we'd have to do surgery and quite honestly, it was already too late. When we got to the animal hospital this morning, he'd given up and was no longer responding to anyone. So we made that tough decision and had him put down and he'll be cremated along with his "baby" (a stuffed dog that looked just like him that his Grammy gave him. He loved it and he loved her.) As I'm writing this, there are tears just pouring down my face. There was no one that ever met that dog that didn't think he was the most wonderful dog in the world. Even my grandma, who lived her 90 years around dogs, thought he was the most special dog she'd ever met.

Part of the reason, I think, that I fell in love with my husband originally was because he was the type of man who would adopt a dog because the shelter was about to put him down. And he loved that dog. In fact, on our first date he showed me the picture of Faust he keeps in his wallet. Faust was also in our engagement pictures.

There will never be another dog like Faust. And a light's gone out in this world.