Rolly, our 15 year old Lab mix dog, reformed book chewer, unrepentant tableside beggar, sneaky couch sitter, shedder extraordinaire, babysitter, playmate, pouncer, part-time horsey, foot warmer, and dear dear friend, died last night. His body did not outlast his gentle spirit. He suffers no more.
Rolly is survived by a tearful, grateful family of eight, who brought him at the age of two home from the pound even though they went there looking for a puppy. He lived a placid, happy life marred only by harrowing encounters with skunks and cactii. The latter claiming two inches of his tail but never (completely) his dignity.
I’m sure he is laying on a couch somewhere and will run to the window, wag his tail, and shake with excitement as soon as we drive up.