Pumba....

I think most people who have read my blog for any period of time know that my wife's dog, Pumba and I haven't always seen eye to eye. He's made me pretty mad many times, bitten my thumb and left a scar, and peed on some of our stuff, but he has always held a place in Aline's heart and therefore my own as well. It's with a heavy heart that I have to say today that Pumba is no longer with us. He has had a cough for a week of so and had a really bad time of it last night. Aline took him to the vet this morning when she woke up and found he had trouble breathing and couldn't walk. She was only in the vets office a few minutes when they realized how serious the situation really was. He had congestive heart failure and was by that time also bleeding from his nose. There was no hope and no sense in keeping him on only to suffer. He has now crossed over that rainbow bridge to sleep on his brother Simba's back once again. We'll (yes, even me) miss you buddy!