Yesterday when I got home from work, I found out that my dad's family dog had passed away...
My sister called me up later and confirmed it telling me what happened why he had to be put down..
It felt like it was a joke, Nalle isn't dead he's supposed to turn 10 years old in March...
I knew he had started to get a little stiff in his joints, with the breeds he had in him joint issues is common... But it had gotten so bad that his left elbow was completely stiff... and then he started to puke blood... they think it could have been a cyst or tumor that burst somewhere inside him... So he had to be put down...
It's going to be so unreal next time I go to visit dad... and no big black happy dog greets you with it's wagging tail...
Rest in Peace Nalle 2008-2018
Funny thing was, he was always mistaken for a black labrador, he didn't have a drop of lab blood
50% Dobbermann 25% Rottweiler 25% German Shepherd
He was the sweetest dog ever, never hurt anyone his tail never stopped wagging, he loved everyone and everyone loved him...