The only one thing I hate about having pets is having to say goodbye. That sucks big time. I met Broadie in 2002, he was living in a beautiful home along Campbell Avenue in Port Coquitlam, BC, Canada. He was already 9 years old then but still bounced around like a puppy. He was my husband’s family dog and yesterday we had to say goodbye to him. At 15 years old (that’s like 105 human years!!!), while the spirit was strong, his physical body could not make the same fight and they had to make the painful decision no pet owner ever wants to make 😦

So long dear Broadie, I hope Patches, Snowball and the rest are showing you around in puppy heaven. Till we meet again, we’ll be thinking of you 🙂