He was when I moved out to NM for work he just started doing bad. I took him home and asked my family if he could live out his last year or two on the farm. They oblidged he led a good life. Me and him weren't apart for more than a few days at a time for the first 8 or so years. When I went to Iraq my dad took care of him and those to got real fond of each other so I'm glad he could spend those last year or so together.

Man you guys are making me want to drink!