Transit pup.

Smile!

Bob, being dogsat, likes to perch on the back of the couch behind my head.

We’re dogsitting Holly. She thinks my jokes are hilarious.

Last night we said goodbye to Gigi after a sudden medical event. She went to sleep surrounded by a heartbroken family who loved her very much.

Goodnight, sweet pup.

I was making the bed while the cat laid on it, surfing the waves of bedding as I shifted things around carefully to avoid chasing her off. Then it struck me that I’ll never be able to make the dog into the bed again, which was one of her favorite things. That hit unexpectedly hard.

Miss you, girl.

Gigi is a happy mess.

Mleh.

Keeva became ill in the last week. I took her to the vet expecting she’d need some medicine and TLC. Instead we got some very bad news.

Our sweet girl – verifiably the best pup ever – is going to sleep tomorrow. She’ll be surrounded by a heartbroken family who loves her very much and will help her rest as comfortably as possible.

Goodbye, sweetie. I’ll miss you forever.

I have a shoulder dog.