It’s been a bad couple of weeks.  Work has been a little insane with travel out the ear and deadlines I should never have accepted.  But that’s what they pay me for… I try to avoid complaining about having a job.

But on top of everything else, Cyrus the wonder dog, our four-year-old black lab was sick.  Nothing seemed to help, and finally on Friday, Kat took him to a specialist.  Lymphatic cancer, already seriously progressed…  we had a decision to make, and the right one, as usual, was the hardest.

I couldn’t be there for Cyrus or for Kat at the time.  I know it was hard, even though it was the right thing to do.

Our house is emptier now.  The familiar presence gone.  There is another dog-shaped hole in our lives.

RIP buddy.