The first dog I had to have put to sleep was in 1981, an 11 year old Afghan named Uriah, named after the band Uriah Heep. It was in Pensacola and I had her buried in a pet cemetery with a granite headstone. It was marble with a silhouette of an afghan head next to her name and dates. I've only been back to Pensacola once, that was in 1996 and the marker and the cemetery was still there.
Our last dog was a cocker spaniel named Gypsy and she died at age 12 April 25, 2009 and is buried in the backyard of our house we owned in Baltimore. We bought a CYV here for the purpose of getting another dog, but the more time goes by the less I want to have another dog for all these reasons.
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