Today was a rough day.
My 13 year old yellow lab, Hunter Charles Franz, was put to sleep this morning. He was old, had a hard time getting around, and after a physical this morning they discovered he had cancer all over his body.
He looks pretty innocent, but he was actually a pretty terrible dog in his youth. He chewed almost all of the furniture in our house, destroyed baseboards and carpet, ran away more times than I can remember, dug huge holes in the backyard, would go for a swim in the pool whenever he felt like it (especially in the middle of the night), and just generally ignored any/all commands.
But he was the most sweet, loving, and gentle dog ever. And we will miss the little goober.
In other words, I just thought this was pretty deep and true:
