I've received word from my mom, in Minnesota, that our little 'old man' has passed away. He was my first puppy. My mom got him from a friend of my aunt, when I was 8 years old, just after my parents had divorced. He was sometimes smart, but always happy to be there, by your side or in your lap. I know it was hard on my mom to keep him alive these past three months, as he was blind and very thin. But I think he deserved it, as he was still happy and not in pain. The two other dogs of the house cuddled near him and tried to comfort him. My mom said he passed away quietly in his sleep during the early hours of the morning.
I miss you old man. You always knew my voice.
I'm going to go hug my girls.