Well, it's time to say goodbye to Donnie this afternoon. He has lived a solid 13+ years since my wife picked him up from the pound before we had met. He's been with her in 13 homes, through nursing and grad school, our engagement, marriage and birth of our son. Basically, the one constant of our relationship. The doberman (and more recently, baby) stole a lot of the attention away from him, but up until the last year when his health problems started to creep up, he was the easiest dog ever. It's so hard to know when the time is right, but every time one problem improves, another seems to pop up. He's lived a full, and hopefully happy life. Farewell, sweet boy...