Today, we had to put our little Snoopy to sleep. He was 14 years old. What a sweet old man he was. We got him in July of 2004. He had severe separation anxiety. He was a beautiful little man. Stormy and Snoopy were the best of friends. Whenever you picked him up- which he loved to be carried like a baby- you had to cover up his pee pee. I don't know how many times he peed on me throughout the years. He also suffered from seizures. He was on prozac and meds for most of his life. He was a happy dog. He would sing and start up our doggie choir every morning and afternoon. He would throw his head back with ears just a flapping and howl. He loved having his chest rubbed.
This year, he became blind based on old age. He knew where everything was in his pen. This morning when I went to get him, he couldn't figure out how to get out of his doghouse. I knew it was time. Dr. Mike agreed. We seem to think he had another seizure during the night.
I know he is in heaven having a good old time, but I am sure going to miss my little pee pee man.
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