My mom called me early this morning and told me that she was taking Dodger to the vet and that it was time to put him down. It was long overdue, but still cut me up inside. He was 17, and I was 12 when we got him. He’s been a presence in my life for basically as long as I can remember; and one of the last remnants of a childhood that these days feels so very far away.
Goodbye, old friend.