71. One Man’s Best Friend

My dog died yesterday.

He was a good guy. But his health began to decline rapidly over the past few months.  The last week of his life was awful.

I never understood why people who lose their pets, immediately run out and get another pet.  Sometimes the same breed.

Now I get it.

It is a way of short-circuiting the pain that follows the loss of someone you loved.

That will not be an option for us. Yet, I must do something. So, I have decided to spread his ashes electronically here.

71. My Dog