My dog Peaches died this afternoon. I've had her since early 1995. She was at least two when she became part of my family and had been abused by whatever miserable excuse for a human had her before me. I remember her being afraid to walk from one room to the other when she first came to live with me. I was very proud of spoiling that fear right out of her in short order.
She was with me through more than I could list right now. Definitely way more than I'd like to go back and think about in fact.
Life's stressful right now. Other than a few months in 2005, it's about as stressful as I hope I ever have to deal with. Not that there's ever a good time, but losing one of the best friends and listeners a guy could ever ask for right now is a pretty big blow.
I hope you're at peace Peaches. In fact, I hope you're with your friend Akita right now somewhere playing like you guys used to. When it seemed like no one else was there, or even cared, you were always right there beside me. Thank you. I'm going to miss you.