My oldest dog, Babe, has passed away today of old age. I've had him since I was 5. Over the course of a few days he's been having trouble getting up as well as keeping food down. A few months ago, he started using the bathroom....in the house. Parents and I weren't thrilled, but we knew it was because of how old he was. It was only a matter of time.

The average life expectancy of a dog his size is 13 years. I am going to miss him but I am glad that he went peacefully in his sleep just earlier today. If there's anything I learned from him, it's that he was stubborn and pushed on through a lot of things. It will be hard to imagine a world without him. He's been my friend and companion for so long - as well as a brother of sorts. My memory of him will never die and I am happy he is not suffering anymore, but I am sad to physically lose him, though he will be with me in spirit for all eternity. I trust I will join him in the afterlife (if there is one), should my own time come, but for now, I shall remember him. Mourning is only natural, though I always keep this quote to mind:
"It is foolish and wrong to mourn those who died, rather we should thank God that such men lived." In this case....a dog. A dog with a heart truer than any man could have. A dog such as him would not care for such things as morality and such - it would just eat, drink, play, and sleep. He was not violent, but he protected his family when times like such arose and he was there for us to talk to and play with. He made us happy and as such I hope he is happy up there wherever he is - roaming through a field of flowers with dog treats and toys, and generally have fun for all eternity.

An awesome dog he is. Reminds me of my cat Pourage. She lieve with us for 10 human years. One wekend she got up and went outside, and that was the last we seen her. She be old. May these good pets rest.