This weekend was a hard one for us here in the Marchion household. We had to say goodbye to that handsome pup in the pictures, you see the one who was as photogenic as his human sisters . . . He was almost 14 years old, but we really had no choice. He had cancer, could no longer walk and had refused to eat for the past week. He'd had two surgeries and there was no point in a third. This was by far the most difficult thing I have ever had to do. He was more than just a pet -- he was a member of our family.
He loved to play -- whether tossing the ball or a floating toy out at the beach. He was the most lovable and sweet dogs I have ever known. He is and will be sorely missed.
In other news -- seeing as it's Christmas, it looks as if the season fairly exploded in our house, thanks to those two girls above. We now live in a gingerbread house from the looks of it (sorry, didn't grab a picture of it yet), but it's nice. That and some holiday tunes streaming from spotify and we can almost forget we're one family member down. Will we get another pet? I'm leaving the door open, but Mrs. M says no, she can't go through this another time. I can totally sympathize with her sentiment, but we'll see what time brings. It'll be a while before we can think about it straight, I'm sure. I'm also thinking about steering this blog and newsletter in different directions, but I need your help to do that. Shoot me an email or comment on this post as to what you want to hear from my world -- personal stuff, stick to the books and characters, dummy, writing advice . . . all of the above? Let me know . . . I look forward to hearing from you! A very Happy Holidays to you all, no matter what you celebrate.