It's not just a song that Dr. Demento played a lot. "Dead puppies aren't much fun". Today, Teresa got an email from her aunt informing her that one of her parents' dogs just died. Their patriarch Pekingese, "Biscuit" was fourteen years old. Not bad for a small dog. He was the father of three of their pups. The mother died several years back, as have two of the pups (who were all adults). Only one of the pups remains and is at least ten or twelve years old.
I feel for my in-laws, knowing that it is never fun to lose a beloved pet. Teresa is pretty broken up over it, even though it was not her dog and she was not raised with this one out of the five they had. It was also his time, being an old dog. I hope this will be VERY temporary.
I will probably shed tears over my cats when they go. My oldest is fifteen years old now. The next oldest is fourteen. They may not be around much longer...you never know. To put it in perspective, my oldest cat was born when Ronald Reagan was still president. I know people who have children in high school the same age as my cats.
On another note, I was able to pick up some more books today, as well as do grocery shopping. One blessing was that I found a lawn edger at the salvage dealer's yard sale. I have been wanting a power edger for a while now. However, he had a manual one that he sold me for just fifty cents. Wow. Come spring, my front lawn will look a lot better around the curbing and walkways.
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