This blog is about me, the stuff I do, the things I like, and whatever else I want it to be about. Today I want to talk briefly about something that happened yesterday, completely unrelated to anything I normally post here.
Our dog Thor has died. He was a very small chihuahua. He was about 12 years old.
For the past year, he was very slowly declining. It started when he stopped being able to jump up on things. We got a dog ramp, which helped. But lately he was even struggling with the ramp.
But he was still pretty spry. He had a healthy appetite and barked a lot. He was fully mobile other than vertically.
He was my pal. If I was on the couch, so was he. He was not a player... he didn't have toys. He only had his people. The other dogs are toy fiends, but Thor couldn't care less about that. He wanted the treats and the snuggles and to bitch about the neighbors.
I loved him. It was a sudden, unexpected death. Based on our timeline, he was barking at the neighbors and doing his thing, then he was dead less than an hour later. When I found him, he was still quite warm.
Rest is peace, you annoying little friend. The house feels emptier.