A Dorothy Without her Toto

Yesterday, I received a rather upsetting call from my parents relaying the information that Chewi, the dog I've had since Kindergarten, had to be put to sleep. It's amazing that she lived happy and healthy for nearly 15 years, only showing significant signs of aging in the last year or so.

We had several reasons to suspect that she wouldn't be around too much longer. But, even when you think you're "prepared" for a death, it doesn't make it any easier to accept when it happens. Especially when it's a pet who's always seemed indestructible. And who you essentially grew up with.

I hate cancer. Even though her breath was stinky, I'm still going to miss those relentless kisses.