Unfortunately, Jack's misadventure last night was more than he could take. He wasn't showing improvement today and looked to me like he may have had stroke or suffered a head injury from his fall. He could barely stand without falling and he tended to walk in circles. Wife and I discussed it and decided it was time for Jacks pain and suffering to end. He had a good run...likely 17+ years. Not bad for a deaf and blind little Terrier.

He went peacefully at the doc's office with Mrs BG rubbing his ears. He liked that. Doc said she thought he was showing signs of some sort of brain trauma as well. It was the right thing to do for Jack.

So, Jack passed exactly 7 years later on the same day as my beloved Stella. Some of you may have known her from the gun store. Dec 23rd...not my favorite day.

As usual I appreciate the outpouring of support from friends and fellow dog-lovers here.