We had to put our Boxador to sleep today. He was 13 years old, had cancer, and the past couple of days had been deteriorating quickly. He'd stopped eating, and could barley get up. He was a rescue dog about eleven years ago, days away from being euthanized when my brother adopted him, and then gave him to us shortly thereafter. He was one of the best dogs I've ever had. Today my brother said, remembering the day he adopted Logan, "He chose me." We're all pretty upset, as last September we had to put Logan's companion, our dog Hallie to sleep. It's hard losing our fur babies. But the joy and unconditional love they gave us will never be forgotten.