Yesterday, the old man Rupert finally passed on to doggie heaven. I don't normally report bad or sad news on the blog, but I thought Rupert should have a shout out considering he was a member of our family for 17 years. Yes, I said 17 years. This dog lived through everything, diseases, being hit by a car, gang shootings, etc. (okay, not so much that last one, but you get the point). He unfortunately, we believe, might have had tumors in his stomach area which caused him to "bloat out" as they put it and put too much pressure on his lungs to where he couldn't breathe. Granted in dog years, Rupert was 92 years old and we knew he had lived a long and I think exceptionally happy life. I know he's happy somewhere chasing and catching vermin to his little hearts desire. So as you're out drinking your 40s of malt liquor this afternoon, tip a little to our homedog Rupert. We'll miss you buddy.
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