Some of you might remember my posts about my cousin's dog, Cheddar. This morning Cheddar died in his sleep. He was 12 1/2 years old.
I don't think Cheddar could have asked for a better life, my cousin loved him so much. I haven't seen Cheddar for about 6 years since they live so far away.
Just a few days ago my cousin e-mailed me. He had carried Cheddar up to his favorite spot in the mountains to go swimming, since he was too weak for the hike up there. He also e-mailed me a picture of Cheddar and one of his favorite stuffed animals.
I've never, ever heard a person brag about their dogs as much as he does. Cheddar (and his other dog Rolley) were like his children. He doesn't have any family where he lives, so his dogs are spoiled rotten. He loves them to death.
RIP Cheddar. You'll see your brother, Shiloh at the RB.
I;ll try to find the picture of Cheddar he just sent me.
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