Our dog Ozzy just died in our house tonight. He was getting pretty close to twelve, and his health had been sharply declining, so despite the sadness of the situation, we're happy that he didn't hang on to the point of needing euthanasia. We're also happy that, anticipating this, we dug his hole a month ago, before the ground froze. He was one awesome dog, completely irreplaceable.
Chilling out:
Telling the cat to leave his budgies alone:
Holding onto a stick with enough force that I can spin him around and lift him off the ground:
And, taking me for a sprint around the block on my bike, back when we lived in Edmonton:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Q8Of0DxT34
Farewell, good buddy.