Thursday, May 10

personal note - a better soul than I goes home

Today I woke up and went about my morning routine, but something was wrong.  My old girl, Sara, wasn't there.  She was by the front door, looking sad and refusing to get up.  We went to the vet and, long story short, it was decided that the best course of action was to not do surgery, but to let her cross over. 

A southern gentleman has a unique and special bond with his dog, and Sara and I were no exception.  Sara helped me get through my divorce, was always there for me and was a wonderful companion.  She shall be greatly missed.


  1. May she be welcomed with open arms by the great Francis of Assisi.

  2. I am so sorry, Tim. I know that she's waiting for you.

  3. Thank you both. Knowing her, she is annoying Thomas, my ancient tabby who seemed to think that Sara was his personal cross to bear.

    Again, thank you.

  4. My condolences Tim. Here's an interesting 'coincidence'. My daughter called me and reminded me that this was the day our own dog, also named sara, crossed over two years ago. I'm very sure our sara met your sara and they are both romping along doing whatever healthy dogs named sara romped along at in this reality.

  5. May peace be with Sara and with those who mourn her passing.

    We will pray for her at Saint Laika's today.