My mom's West Highland Terrior, Benson, has to be put to sleep today. She just found out and is leaving work to drive to the north suburbs. The doctors are trying to keep him alive until she gets there. I feel horrible that I am so far away. She couldn't get a hold of Margie or Dick to go with her so I thinks he's going by herself.
We got Benny when I was a Freshman in College. So I must have been 18. So he is 15 years old. A few years ago she spent about $10,000 on him to have a lung removed because he had cancer. That poor little dog had a good life. It will be so wierd without him. And Cassiday is the same age, hopefully she will have a few more good years.