the_vulture

(sigh...) I just got an e-mail from my mother; poor Chip, the family dog of nearly fifteen years, had to be euthanized earlier this week. It is kind of hard to imagine that the little bundle of energetic joy is now quiet forever. I feel sad, but, given how much he has been deteriorating in the last couple of years, I knew this day would come eventually. The poor little guy had bad back, was losing both sight and hearing, and, I'm pretty sure, was going senile, too.

For those who didn't know him, he was the cutest, friendliest pomeranian imaginable. He didn't have the buggy, chihuahua-like eyes that many have; instead, he closely resembled a husky puppy, albeit with a lot more hair. He also had a matching puppy-like enthusiasm that he would carry with him well into his twilight years.

Now, I can no longer look forward to hearing his joyful barking as he jumps up and down excitably at the door, eagerly waiting for me to enter. Somehow, the world seems a little dimmer.

I will have to be sure to make voice contact with home; his passing has been difficult for my family.