As the title might hint, my dog, Penny, a german shepherd mixed with with a black lab, died at the grand age of fifteen years old (which is over one hundred in dog years). So pretty much, she had an excellent life, with a more luxurious life than even I do right now. It was incredibly common for people to say "wow what a cute dog you have!" or "Your dog is so well behaved!" or something along those lines. I don't think there was anyone who met her that did not like her to be honest. I am pretty sure she lived a happy life, we always fed her well, played with her a lot and allowed her the sleep she needed until the very end.

I will be making something up one day that will be in honor of the Greatest Dog that Ever Lived.

I want to thank everyone who reads this here that ever did say "your dog is awesome!" or "you have a really good dog!" or anything else that was really nice toward her.

I have to say, she was one of my best friends and certainly my longest lasting friend as of my entire life.

The best part about her death, which was of old age aided by a small fever, was that it came swift and there was no obvious suffering involved, no euthanasia either, it was all natural.

Alas Penny! The Greatest Dog that ever lived! HOORAH!!!