I had hoped that my next post would be a triumphant return, following an enforced absence due to a lot of stuff in real life consuming a great amount of time. Sadly, it isn’t.
Our Mastiff, Sam, died about 45 minutes ago. My wife is at the vet as we speak – I’m holding down the (flooding once again) fort. And trying desperately not to turn into a sobbing heap in the middle of the floor, at least until she gets back.
If you’ve seen my Facebook page (under one of my alter egos, Bud Malone), you’ve seen Sam in his cage at the shelter, where we got him. His name came from the shelter owner, a friend of ours, who had Sam out for a walk where he peed on something inappropriate and she proclaimed “Well, damn, Sam”. The name instantly stuck.
I’ll write more in the coming weeks. For now, I’ll just say goodbye for now. You’ll understand if I have no great words or whimsical statements right now.