Precious Baby Furball's 25TH (!?!?) Anniversary

I can't believe the little bitch would've been 25 now. Another dire sign of life's quick ride. Oy, vey. I mean, it doesn't seem like last month, but TWENTY-FIVE years since I came home from an 8-mile bike ride to find a puppy running around the house?! Actually, before I found the puppy, my brother ruined the surprise by blurting it out. Bastard. She lived to a ripe old 17-and-a-half, so no complaints about the length of her furry stay. I still miss her, though. Though she's still with us. In a box in the dining room...