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It's Sunday, Nov 30, 2014, about 5:15 pm. Laura thinks Baxter is dying. Baxter is our Chocolate Lab that we've had for 11+ years. She's really pissed at me because, I guess, she thinks I don't take the situation seriously enough. But, he's old. He's had a good life. And he farts a lot, but that's kinda beside the point.

I love Baxter, even though he can be annoying (slobbering all over you, insistently putting his face in yours, for God knows what reason, etc.). If he is dying I hope he dies in his sleep, like Thelma did. I don't want him to die, but I am resigned to it. Have been for a couple of years. That's what animals do. They die on you. Best to enjoy them while they are alive. If he dies (really, not if, but when) I will know that he had a good life and a loving home. Could we have been better stewards of his existence? No doubt. But, we did the best we could. Which, I think, is better than most people do for their pets.

Bye...