James Jeffrey left for the Bridge at 2:30 this afternoon, his head resting on my arm, surrounded by love. Aunty Laura helped him cross peacefully, and I suspect Wen was there to guide him across. He had massive tumours on his lungs and liver, and possibly heart, and it was time to let him go.

During his last, horrible night, at some point he barked precisely 4 times.... I think Wen and Jules came by to tell him to hurry it up, cuz they were waiting. He's reunited with his first mom now, and I just bet there's all kinds of jubilation at that reunion!

Love you, my old man, bushels and pecks, and oceans and skies, and to infinity and beyond.


But oh! How do I live in a house without dogs?