Rufus Doo was my dog and my best friend. We lived through a lot together over 12 years. Three years ago he survived an amputation, but the cancer came back.
Around noon today we found him in his normal spot downstairs, where he hangs out with the kids. He looked and felt like The Rufus, but he was gone.
I hugged and kissed and cried over him, then I took him to the vet for cremation.
I’ll say more when I stop crying.