Sad to say, my dog, Pepe, has gone off to play fetch with Jesus. Luckily his passing was quick and relatively pain free. He died in his own bed, in his favorite place - hunkered down in front of a good, warm fire - with the help of a great friend and good drugs.
Those of you who erroneously imagined that it was you who had the best dog in the world may now fight amongst yourselves for the title of Also Ran.
Those of you who erroneously imagined that it was you who had the best dog in the world may now fight amongst yourselves for the title of Also Ran.
He is now off on an adventure where the birds have no wings, the squirrels all have one bum leg and Auntie Michelle never puts the lid back on the treat jar…
I like to think of him eating table scraps off God’s own dinner fork.
Thank you to Talia who had the presence of mind to pick him out of the pile of shelter pups in the first place, everyone who dog sat him over the years, Michelle for giving him a country estate in his dotage and especially Lovely who saw him through his moving on.
He and I are both forever in your debt.
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