a day of mourning
my mom had to put our first dog, murphy, to sleep. murph was a bichon and a mamma's boy, and a terrible whiny baby who begged at the table, loudly, which drove me crazy. but he also sometimes looked like a little harp seal. he had such separation anxiety from my mom that she'd have to put a doggy life vest on him so that he could come into the hot tub with her, as the 2 ft. distance was too much to bear. he's had pretty bad hips and has been on pain meds daily for years. he would have been 14 this year and i think he had a pretty good life but it doesn't make it any less sad.
My favorite professor also passed this week. I knew he'd been sick for a couple years but I wasn't ready for him to go.