I sit here a couple of hours after having Teddy put to sleep, and I can't come up with any good sentences. I have been crying a lot. I am very grateful for Christina, who has taken "Love Me, Love My Dog" to such awesome extremes. I don't know how I would have gotten through today without her. Also, I don't know how I would have gotten through the last twelve years of my life without Teddy.
He made it past 16 years, which is quite impressive for a dog of his size. I've been consoling myself looking at some pictures of him. Of course, most of these are of Teddy in his later years, after I got a digital camera. But it thrills me to remind myself of what spirit and energy he maintained throughout his entire life. I can only hope I make as impressive of an "old man" as he did.