We got bad news from the vet today. Our eleven-year-old Puggle is fading fast, and we’re faced with the most awful of all decisions. This fella has been with me through some of the very best times of my life, and some of the worst. How many thousands of miles have we walked together, this dog and I? How many separations followed by joyous reunions? Oh man, I’m gonna miss him.
A little bit of grace. That’s what a good dog is, you know. A little bit of grace. — Stephen King
Just one way, you do get back home. You have a boy or a girl of your own and now and then you remember, and you know how they feel, and it’s almost the same as if you were your own self again, as young as you could remember.
— James Agee, A Death in the Family
Living in Manhattan with dogs near Central Park has proved to be a surprisingly pleasant experience, allowing both the pets and their owner to thrive despite initial concerns.
Connor would have turned 23 today. The very prime of life. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t miss him, but these birthdays are tough. Hug your kids. #forever20
