I lost my canine companion of 13 or so years today. Randy became physically ill last night, so I scheduled an appointment with the vet. I also realized he was really boney and had no appetite. The vet flat-out said he was emaciated. Because he's so darned shaggy, it was hard for me to tell HOW skinny he was. If he had Rottweiler's fur, you could have seen his ribs, but he had Alsatian fur instead, which meant his fur hid it. Sadly, the diagnosis was lung cancer, which meant I had to have him put to sleep.


But not all was sadness today. I took my parents out for their 39th anniversary--I actually got to take my parents out for dinner.