Always ready for a walk or run, and rarely able to stay still when a camera was around, Marty was my roommate, my best friend, my brother. I’m not ashamed to admit that I bawled like a baby watching his last moments this morning, nor that I’m still fighting back tears as I write this. I can only hope that now he’s hunting alongside foxes in heaven, or chasing raccoons up a tree. Goodbye, my dog. Goodbye, my friend. Rest in Peace.
My dog, Marty, was euthanized today, after having a relapse of a surgically-treated growth that was likely spread throughout his body.