Last night, my in-laws had to make the decision to put down their dog, Thor. Having grown up with cats, and being allergic to a variety of dogs, Thor was the first pup that I ever loved. I will remember fondly the many dinners where he'd settle down under the table and give my feet a good licking, or settle down on top of me while sitting on the couch (despite not really being a lap-sized dog). Even my wedding day was attended by 25 family members, and one very special dog in a bow-tie. I'm thankful that we were able to spend so many years with him and that he lived to an old age, maintaining his wonderful disposition despite suffering from a variety of medical issues.
Thor, thank you for being a part of our lives and bringing us such joy. We will miss you.