I'm just not sure who's going to save poor Timmy now....(I hope Lassie and Junior are romping together....)

He loved to eat paper towels, used tissues, cat food, anything he could reach on the counters and tables and would attack anyone who wanted to come near me.   

He managed to get nabbed by the dog-catcher in our OWN FRONT YARD and spent the night barking in cage so incessantly they almost paid ME to take him home.  (Almost...)

He had epilepsy and a club foot, shared his meds with me, met his brother and acted like a puppy for eleven years.   

Until last week.

On Tuesday the vet said that Junior’s lymph nodes were bulging, and we would know by the end of the week if it was what she suspected; lymphoma.

I drove to Sassy’s field hockey game on Saturday, knowing that he wasn’t doing well.  I pampered him more than usual all week, practically feeding him filet mignon, ice cream and as many used tissues that he could stand.   He stayed on his pillow that morning and wagged his tail when I hugged him goodbye.  I assured him I would see him that evening and went on my way.

I drove home from the game crying like a baby after my friend called to give me the news.

He loved me like no other and was the sunshine in my life.  And then he gave me one last gift.  He chose to leave this earth peacefully in our own home, while my nephew held him lovingly in his arms.  He made the decision that would have been so very hard for me.

We buried him in the woods on Saturday night.

Please pardon me while I take a few days to recover.   (Sometimes the salty part of this life takes the wind out of my sails….)