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09/15/2004: "My Old Pal"

Ben is gone. Last week they made the decision to send him to his rest, and the veterinarian acted as stygian boatman and hastened him along. The last few times I took care of him we struggled: he needed help getting up; he needed shots; he was often indifferent to his food, his water, his toys; he would wake up disoriented and frightened and call out for comfort; he would become exhausted hafway through his walk and struggle slowly home. Thanks for being my friend and teacher, Ben. Good dog.