Bandit was an excellent dog, he lived for about 14 years. He was the best at looking pathetic for attention and was never too fussy about it. I still remember the night he earned his name. He was a little puppy stealing toy's from old Mo our golden retriever and hiding at my feet under the computer desk. He hid under the desk as long as he could until he was to big to fit under there. I can't say that I didn't see his demise coming, over the last couple years he had gone deaf and blind. The final nail was pounded by a syndrome that has a long and hard to pronounce name, it destroyed his sense of balance and made it hard for him to walk and eat. Over the last week we had hoped that the effects would be temporary but only minor improvement was made, leaving poor Bandit in need of constant care. Yesterday afternoon while I was at work my mother took him to be put down.
I will miss you old friend.