Had a difficult weekend y'all. My wife got a call from her sister late on Friday night, about a family emergency.
Their Australian shepherd had suddenly collapsed. My wife left immediately, I stayed home to watch our dogs at home, and They tried to take him to an emergency vet, and... he didn't make it.
To make matters worse, the vet hospital didn't want to take posession of the body. It was a very difficult night. Her sister was out of town, and came back the next day, resulting in another pretty difficult day.
Bishop was a beautiful Australian shepard with blue eyes, and a golden brown and white coat. He was the friendliest dog, and when we got our dogs, the sister in-law helped care for them until we could pick them up, and would often dog-sit for us when we wanted to take very sporadic vacations. Bishop played with our boys, and taught them how to do things when they were babies. Bishop had a special place in our hearts and while he's gone, he's no longer suffering, the love and memory still remains.
So... I'm not really feelin' it right now, if you get me. So, if you had some expectations of me, I'm sorry but, Imma hafta ask you to lower them for a little bit.