August 13, 2009

• It's so hard to sit here at work and concentrate on the tasks at hand. I want to go home to comfort The Chief and bury our old friend, Spike. Erik says Spike didn't even know what was happening, he was just lying there and so all was peaceful and he was not alone. Nineteen years of good dogginess, enthusiasm for the day ahead and companionship in the night when my sons laid down their heads. RIP, Spike. We'll meet again at the Rainbow Bridge. Blessings abound. We were so fortunate to be able to give him a home.

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