God Damn It All

I found out on Saturday that my aunt's dog, one of the sweetest creatures I've ever encountered, will have to be put to sleep on Wednesday.

And I found out tonight that my mom's dog, who we got when I was seven, died peacefully in her sleep last night. (Which, in and of itself, is seven different kinds of amazing; the old girl went through multiple incidents in her lifetime that would have killed most people, let alone most dogs.)

I am just the slightest bit perturbed by this.



It has not been a good couple of days.

Fred Eaglesmith & the Flying Squirrels - He's a Good Dog (Live in Santa Cruz) [buy]