As my dog struggled against his arthritic legs to stand up, I looked at him with sadness. I wondered when we might have to put him down to end his suffering.
Then I walked up the stairs, my knees grinding loudly with each step. I saw my wife looking at me with sadness.
6/11/2007
It's a dog's life
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