Whiskey died at the vet today. It was heart failure, but the vet was unsure of why. I will miss the big guy, but we’re unsure if we will get another dog.  Erin took all the pictures on this page.

For those that read this blog that don’t know the history of Whiskey, he was a rescue that we adopted from our parking lot. He was living on our property for about 6 months before I could get my hands on him. On the coldest day of the year, he was sleeping by the front door taking what little heat he could from the crack between the doors. I unlocked the doors and tried to coax him inside. He didn’t fall for that and I had to bribe his sorry ass into the store with 4 Slim Jims. It was the 4th one that caused him to let me touch him.

He was a great addition to our family and he will be missed. Erin must be devastated. She and him were best friends and she would lay on him while watching TV in the living room. I can’t write anymore.