This morning I had to put my dog, Tucker, to sleep. He got ran over last night, and could not walk. I stayed with him through the night, and this morning the doctor said there was nothing that could be done and it would only get worse. 13 years is a long time for a beagle to live, and he had a pretty sweet life protecting the yard from squirrels, boats, and cars. It had to happen sometime. It is the first time in quite a while that I have really cried, which is kind of a relief to know that I am not numb to that kind of emotion. I will probably have another dog one day, and I will probably outlive it as I did Tucker. That's the way it goes, and there are lessons to be learned by it. I loved him.