Clancy died today, at around 1:30 or so in the afternoon, in East Greenwich. We understand that it was not painful, that he did not suffer, and that there was nothing anyone could have done.
He’s gone.
I miss him already.
“Full use of your powers along lines of excellence.” – Happiness, Greek Definition
Clancy died today, at around 1:30 or so in the afternoon, in East Greenwich. We understand that it was not painful, that he did not suffer, and that there was nothing anyone could have done.
He’s gone.
I miss him already.
My best buddy, one of my oldest friends and companions, a constant presence in my life for the last nearly 11 years, is sick. He’s not eating, and we just found out he’s got a tumor on his spleen. It could be just a benign growth. He’s had those before. Or it could be cancerous. We find out Monday when he goes to have an ultrasound. If it hasn’t spread, then it can be removed (albeit by a relatively painful surgery). If it has spread, possibly to his lungs or God knows where else, then… well, it’s really wouldn’t be a good situation.
I don’t care what god or gods you believe in. I don’t care what you think the universe’s higher powers should prioritize. I don’t care that there are other, massive, depressing human problems out there. Those all deserve our attention and thought, and they deserve to be solved and addressed.
But just do me a favor and, while you’re earnestly hoping away that all those other problems get solved, toss one up to the big beings in the sky that my dog lives, and lives well.
I just don’t want him to go.