It was a sad weekend at my house. We lost our "problem child", Gryphon. He was a Keeshhound who had troubles right from the start...blind in one eye and with a thyroid imbalance, he had to take medication and he never really matured beyond puppydom. We still loved him...especially Bel and Edmund who spent the most time with him. Also, he was born one year--to the very day--after Bel's mom died, so in that way he was especially significant.

The vet believes that he had a tumor on his petuitary gland that lead to his having a stroke. He advised us that the best thing we could do for him was to put him out of his misery...and so we did.

I sat with him while the drug was administered. It isn't the first time I've had to do that...but it doesn't get easier.

He was a good boy, even though his elevators didn't visit the penthouse very often. He is missed.