my dog died today. we knew he probably wasn't going to make it through this summer - he was nearly thirteen, old for a small dog, and he had cancer - and the weirdest thing about it was that in the shower this afternoon, i thought that the reason my mother had called me earlier might have been she wanted me to pick something up on my way home from work or... that Louie had died. go figure.

i just. i didn't get to say goodbye. my grandfather went alone to the vet this morning, when Lou took a turn for the worst, and i didn't get to be there for him at all. that dog was his best friend. hell, according to every report i ever wrote in elementary school, that dog was my best friend, too.

bye, bud. love you.


Louie
August 1, 1996 - June 12, 2009