The Goodest Gooddog

We said goodbye to a dear friend of our family today. The Spaz was put down this morning. He was still a happy dog, constantly wagging his tail when you came near him (thump, thump, thump), but he rarely left his pillow anymore and had a hard time hold his bowls. It was very sad for us to see him go. Watching him slip away on the Vet's floor was very difficult but necessary.
My favorite memory of Spazzy will always be watching his head in the water, following the canoe on Loveless Lake (his lake). A small wake would reflect the moonlight as he chased us to the other side. We would be forced to turn the canoe around to guide him home or wait for him at the cabin let him inside, all wet and smelly.
Spaz will live on with us as one of the greatest dogs of all time. The legends of Sissy and Spaz now compete for the true title of "The Goodest Gooddog."
I miss you already, friend.
p.s. I put up some of my favorite photos of the Spaz on my photo page. Check out the My Picasa photos link to view them.