My dog Puck died today. He was a few months shy of 17 years...a good run for a lab/boxer/pittbull mix that normally has a life expectancy of 10 to 12 years. (He went down over the past few days. It was time.)

Told my boyfriend this morning that the appointment was at 5pm. He called his fiancee & she told her boss she had to leave early. They met me at the vet & were with me through it all.

Other friends have called & whether I want it or not, we are having a memorial service for a good dog this weekend. They are setting it up.

The old saw goes that you are known by the company you keep. Looks like I found myself in very good company.