Goodbye, Old Man

The era of the Hellbeasts had to end eventually. Atticus has been getting frailer and slower, but never quite reached the "it's time" stage. Until he did. Saying good-bye today feels bittersweet, especially because, as is usually the case, he seemed pretty perky this morning. He was a dog who wanted nothing more than to be with his people at all times, a quality that vacillated between endearing and infuriating for most of his life. But we had good memories and Averson doesn't remember a time when he wasn't a part of our family. I will miss his sweet eyes and quiet presence. I will not miss his whining and his horrific gas. And I'm glad that he won't be in pain anymore. 

Bye Weirdo. It's been a good run.