Well, we had to put Floyd down today.  Brendan and I were on the way to the Museum when I got a phone call from my dad.  I think that was the first time I ever heard my dad cry.  I knew something was wrong with Floyd.  He said I should come home ‘cause we needed to put Floyd down.  He said Floyd had been crying/barking for two hours straight.  So, we took him to the vet and we laid him on the floor on his bed.  She told us what she was going to do.  My mom said she would stay while they put him down but I wanted to stay too, my dad left during the middle.  They shaved a little spot on his arm then stuck the needle in.  He calmed down and then she told us that his heart had stopped.  I was a mess, we all were.  I never saw my dad like that.  My mom and I stayed in there after the vet left just to say our goodbyes.  I took some fur.  When I got home I just laid in bed and cried some more.  He was such a good dog.  I hope our other dog Sydney will be okay.  It’s really hard to believe that he is gone.  It’s weird; I can still hear his little whimpers as if he is still downstairs.  I feel like a kid saying this but, I almost felt like he would be here forever.  13 years is a long time for a Golden Retriever.  Okay.  I need to stop before the water works start again.

6-14-06 – RIP Floyd.  I miss you and I'll never forget you.