We had to put my old dog to sleep yesterday. His back legs were giving out on him. He lived to be almost 13 years old which is old for a rottweiler. I miss him already. His daughter, Pandora, is so sad. It is such a sad house here. Socrates' breeder made him a nice, wooden casket and we buried him in the back yard. The guys made a headstone that says "Socrates Panty Thief." In his last few breaths, he growled. I think he realized that Sheldon wasn't going with him and it pissed him off. But seeing the relief in his eyes when the anethesia hit him was a blessing. I will miss you, Socrates.