By BOB URBAN
My good friend, Jack, who lives out of state, emailed me several weeks ago.
He was hurting.
He informed me that he had to put his dog down the day before, and he was in agony over the decision. The pet he had was 12 years old, and had become a bonifide member of the family throughout those years.
But age, and ailments, had caught up to him, and that necessitated Jack to play God, and decide on putting the dog out of his misery. It was a decision he dreaded.