JT Bullitt
Zooville Philanthropist
After a brief illness, which turned out to be cancer, my girlfriend's (not a member of this site) furbaby crossed the Rainbow Bridge peacefully and painlessly tonight at 13 human years old. He was by all accounts a "loveable shithead" who was one of the most undisciplined dogs ever, but the sweetest boy and fiercely loyal to his humans. I was fortunate enough to be with him as he passed. She and her family are grieving deeply, but they take comfort knowing he is not suffering, and having fun chasing the squirrels in heaven.
See you when I get there, Luck.
See you when I get there, Luck.
