They’re always more than a dog; simple in their ways and forever in the moment.  The week before Tanner died, he didn’t eat.  His belly slowly filled with fluid, and there was a mass on his spleen.  We don’t know what it was, only that he was overcome by it, despite his determination to stay … Continue reading Tanner

Wily Coyote

From May of 2011 I can’t seem to stop crying these last few days.  Everything feels icky and I can’t enjoy the things that are not icky.  (Yes, there is an overgeneralization here and of course, logically, there cannot be things that are NOT icky if EVERYTHING is icky.  But everything feels icky!)  I am spread like … Continue reading Wily Coyote