I was working O.T. tonight but got a call from my dad @ 8:50PM. Our faimly dog passed away. He was 10 years old. My mom is taking it pretty hard, then again so is my dad. On my way to my dads cabin 3 hours away to bury him tonight then be back at work come 7am. Boy, this is pretty hard to deal with. My heart about stopped when my dad called, I ws affraid something happened to one of my kids.