His name was Spanky.
For the past 15 years he was my best friend, and my near constant companion. He was by my side through some of the worst times of my life, and through some of the best. There were times when but for the love of that dog I wouldn't be here today.
But 15 is old for a dog. His poor body just started to wear out. His kidneys were failing, and I knew I had to do the right thing by him. He deserved it. He had earned his rest.
So I held him, and said goodbye. And as the doctor gave him the medicine to give him his rest, I comforted him. He would have done the same for me.
So tonight I'm hurting pretty bad. But not for Spanky, his pain is over. I'm going to miss that dog.