Our little old lady dog, Cricket, died last night. She wasn’t in any pain, and my wife had been wanting me to put her down, but I didn’t feel like it. I kind of felt, early in the day, that it would be her last, but she sat there in the backyard on her pillow, warmed by the sun and cooled by a breeze, hopefully enjoying herself. She was a good little dog we got shortly after our move back to CA from OK. Originally named Shawna, the kids named her Cricket, and my wife hated it, but she loved the dog.

She was a good dog, despite chewing the face off of my sons Curious George doll back in the day.