This is so hard to write. It’s not a blog I ever thought I would be writing. And it’s taken me about a month to come to grips with it enough to be able to put it into words. It’s not fitness related, but family related. Some of you know what’s happened if you follow me on social media. On January 12 we had to put our oldest dog, Bosco down. He had just turned 12 years old on January 7. My husband was home for the day and had taken my truck to get the oil changed when he came back to see Bosco having a seizure in his crate. I can only imagine how horrific that must have been. He tried to snap him out of it by taking him out of his crate, holding him, putting him out in the cold, but nothing worked. He called me frantically while I was at work. Luckily, I was on my lunch break. I didn’t know what to do. He had tried to call our vet but they were at lunch as well. I couldn’t find the emergency vet phone number so I freaked and just told him to get in the car and drive him