Saying Goodbye to a Friend

<p>Early Monday morning I lost a good friend. Around 11:30 Sunday night, wildcherry woke me up and said our German Shepherd was outside and she was hearing animal noises. She thought he got hurt or caught some animal. When we finally got him inside, he was pacing, howling and obviously in pain. He was trying to get sick but it was just foam. After researching it quickly, we determined he probably had Bloat and I took him to a vet hospital up the street.&nbsp;</p><p>They came back immediately and confirmed what we had suspected. At that point, the only option was an extremely expensive surgery with no guarantee he would survive. I ended up having to put him down. He was just 5 years old and this was way too early to lose a dog. I know many of you have been in this situation before and it just sucks. Luckily our daughters seem to understand that he was sick and have not been asking where he was. When we had him in a kennel for a week during the move, they asked every day where he was.&nbsp;</p><p>He was a good friend and with a gentle soul and will be missed. &nbsp;</p><p>Dazed &nbsp;&nbsp;</p>