Well, damn

My dog-in-law passed away from cancer.


February, you are fired. Don’t bother clearing your desk. We will ship your shit to you, you backstabbing cunt.

My heart goes out to my bro and his wife. They’d had Sammydog for twelve years*. He was a Fine Sir and a wagging good boy.

His obit would look like this:

Golden Retriever
Male
12 years old
Rescuer of babbums from Teh Terrible Water Pool
Fierce guardian of All Things Snacky
Miniature pony for wee tots
Foot Warmer Extraordinaire
Winner of the Soulful “but they’re starving me” Eyes Award, 8 years running
All around Fine Sir and Good Boy

* – and yeah, I realize that 12 years is old for a big dog. Still bites.

9 thoughts on “Well, damn

  1. Nooooooo!

    Also: So far, 2010 hasn’t much to recommend it, never mind February. Things had best improve by my birthday, gorram it!

    (Holy crap I turn 38 in HOW many days? I can count them on just my fingers now, no toes involved? *sigh*)

  2. I’m sorry for your loss. I’ve never had a pet, but I know from dear friends who have lost their pets that it does bite, and bite deep, no matter what the circumstances.

  3. 12 years may be a long life, but for a good dog loved by those around him, no life is long enough to mitigate the loss of losing him.

    I’m so very sorry for your family’s loss.

    Much love,
    Rowan

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