Scratching his fleas in heaven

The saddest thing ever happened this week. My dog Kermit had a stroke, and had to be put to sleep. He couldn't use his legs, and couldn't eat anymore. I just found out last night, and I cried and cried and cried. He was a wonderful, kind of dumb, hairy mutt, with a crooked tail, and bum leg, and he always tried to hump the little male poodle down the road, and I loved the little guy. He was very old though, 15 people years, and I knew he might not live much longer. Rest in peace, my Garbage-monster.