I've been out of the blogsphere for a while dealing with the decision of putting my family dog, Toby, down. It's been a tough few weeks because, as Toby's body was getting weaker, his mind and heart were still youthful and strong. At 17 years old, his kidneys and back legs were failing him, and it was time to make a decision. My sister and I took him to the vet yesterday, and he passed peacefully in our arms. It's hard to convey how tough it's been, since Toby's been with me his whole life - since I was 13 years old. Through my high schools, universities, jobs, careers, girlfriends, travels. Toby was an smart, energetic, happy, loving dog and I will miss him terribly. He had a fantastic life and was loved by everyone who met him.