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I said a long time ago when I first started this thing that I wasn't going to talk too much about my personal woes or drama. I stand by that sentiment. I feel that the internet is more conducive for expressing outrage than sorrow, and that blogs cater too often to the former than the latter. However, many have expressed interest and sympathies in recent events involving the family pet. Were it not for these interests, I would simply have not written. It is a certain comfort, even in the heart of a cynic, to know that these concerns are genuine and not simply the fair-weather comments of so many avatars.

In the early hours of March 11th, our chihuahua Mojo was put to rest at the emergency animal hospital in our town. It was not an easy or painless decision, but one of realism and compassion. Although he tried to remain as spry as possible, it was not to last, and we desired to let him pass before he felt any real pain. He had already suffered through two major surgeries in a year. and the idea of prolonging his life by the, in retrospect, selfish methods suggested would have not made us fit to be his friends and family.

He was full of life, more so than any dog I can recall owning in quite some time. This is perhaps what made the decision so hard, both before and after it was made. He bore no ill will from a growl to a bite to anyone once they'd stepped into his home, which is more than can be said for some people. He was an explorer, a comforter, a playmate, a rogue in his own right, and a friend to all he met. Youth was not wasted on him. He will be missed.








Goodbye, my little man. I named you, my brother played with you, my mother strove for you, and our friends idolized you.




'Til we meet again, some sunny day.