Just put my dog down. His name was Silas and he would have been eighteen in October. He was my best friend. I haven’t cried once in eighteen years, almost the exact same length as his life, but I’ve been crying for the past two hours now. We used to walk an hour and a half each day and longer on weekends, but he started declining hard this year so I stopped taking him for long walks and pretty much completely stopped this summer due to the heat and his sore legs. I’m so sad I never took him for another walk.