We had our Schnoodle, Joey, " put to sleep" (as the euphemism goes) this past Friday. We estimate he was around 16 or 17 & had been treated for kidney disease for the past 3+ years. I miss him more than I can express. I cry every day thinking of him.

I don't believe in god or in life after death (for people or other species of animal either.) Yet I imagine him young & healthy again & perhaps playing joyfully in a lovely meadow with friends who passed on before him... free of the yoke of human domination. But I have also told him that if he is alone & afraid, & if he can, to come for me. I want nothing more than to be with him.