My Worst Friday the 13th Ever

We lost another family member today.

My Blazer left me this morning at 7:00 am. I'm thankful it didn't happen during the night when he was alone. I was there for him as he passed on but it was one of the hardest things I've experienced.

Blazer turned 11 years old this past July 1st and he has been with me from day one. He has seen me through many good times and bad and has been there for it all. He was a puppy from Grandma Manning's dog and was born in 1998.
I picked him out from a litter of 9 and knew instantly that he was my dog. I actually held him in my hands before he was even 24 hours old.

Since then he has been the sweetest, most gentle, loyal dog anyone could ever ask for. There was not a mean bone in his body. I was always comfortable with Olivia around him. She could lay on him, dress him up and play with him however she wanted and he was always gentle and kind without even a growl.
Age and health finally caught up with him this morning though. I'm glad I was there for him right to the end but I miss him so much already and we all will.

Since Smokey died 1 1/2 years ago Blazer became a house dog and was living with us, constantly in the house. I think he really enjoyed that and hope the last year of his life was happy as we tried to spoil him as much as possible.

Goodbye Blazer, our house will not be the same without you!