I'm trying to write. Really I am. It's just that my dog died this weekend and when I sit down to write a post, nothing you'd want to read comes out.
Blogging protocol tells me I should start this post with an origin story, then share a few memories, add in a few jokes to lighten the mood, then tell you how much I'll miss him. But I was already missing him. He died 1500 miles away from here.
My dog had arthritis, quite severe arthritis. Despite his youth, on some winter days, he could barely stand and walk from his bed to his bowl. And those were Texas winter days. So when we moved from Austin to New Jersey, he stayed behind and moved in with my parents.
It wasn't supposed to be permanent but I guess it turned out to be.
For those who know me personally, who see me about town, just know that I haven't told Kathryn yet. The Mom is out of town and I want to wait until she comes back to break the news.
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