Nakota

So today was really not a good day. I had to put my dog, Nakota, to sleep this morning. Something inside of him ruptured, either something that he ate that got stuck, or cancer that he had. Either way, he was really sick, and it was best for him. But I really miss him. He's the last of the animals that I grew up with. I remember sleeping on the living room floor in a sleeping bag the first 4 months he lived with us because he was afraid to be alone. We just had a connection. And now he's gone. But he was definitely not a dog that you easily forget, anyone who knew him will agree. I don't like saying 'knew' instead of 'knows'. But I can't change it, and it was the best thing for him, but I'll miss him. That just started off a day that really wasn't very good, at all, for many reasons. But I miss my boy.