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.