One of my friends (John, who pulls together the music jams I sing with sometimes) just lost a pup to cancer. It’s strange to me because I’ve never “attached” myself to dogs before. I couldn’t have one, so there was no point in wanting one and so I just mentally distanced myself from the whole species. Now that I’ve got India, I’ve found my whole puppy universe has blossomed and I pretty much love all dogs. There are dogs that are more “my type”, for sure, but I’ll be darned if I won’t sit around and watch dog shows these days.
So the news about Minor hit me hard. He’d always been John’s-dog-who-made-me-sneeze, but somehow in the last year I’ve grown to appreciate what an amazing bond he and John had and what a generous spirit Minor had (allowed all these *strangers* to come in his house every month and make a ruckus!). His passing was not unexpected, but I don’t think it makes it any easier.
My heart goes out to John, who has lost two dear pup friends in the space of a few short months.