I'm sorry for you parents. My old friend and hunting partner, Ben (a black labrador) is 14 now and has some health issues. He's too unsteady to hunt anymore, and I hate going without him. I catch myself checking on him, making sure he's still breathing while he's sleeping. He's such a good boy, I can't understand why pets can't live as long as us.Very sad day for my parents. Their cat Dudley, 17 years old, is at the vet right now and we are waiting for a phone call with blood results. He is in very bad shape and I doubt he will pull through. My mother could not handle going to the vet, she is a mess right now, so I went with my dad. They just adore him. I feel really bad for my parents.
This is us in 2000 (don't worry, the gun's unloaded!):















