A loss in the family.

From my son's FaceBook wall: "17 years ago, my mom brought home four puppies that she'd found abandoned along a busy road in San Antonio, TX. We were able to convince my dad to let us keep one of them and I named him Miller. He was with me when I finished high school. He was with me when I got married, and he was with us when I set out on my military career. He was with us when I came home from Korea, and he was with us when I came home from Bosnia. He was with us when I left the Army and returned to civilian life. He was with us when my daughter, Sydney was born, and he was with us during the attacks of 9/11. He was even with us when Sam and I celebrated our 15 year wedding anniversary. From the beginning of my adult life he has been with me. Last night I fed him a 3/4 lb. slab of Prime Rib followed by a bowl of Jim Beam chicken soup. This morning I took him to McDonald's for a sausage biscuit breakfast and he was put to rest at 8:11 this AM in no pain. He's lived in 3 different states and has touched many lives. If there ever was an example of how loving and loyal one dog can be it is the one I call Miller."