is the song Merrick has been singing lately. Yesterday, I told Merrick that the whole family was going to be home for dinner.
He said, "No we're not. Thurston's not here."
Thurston would have turned 15 years old this month. Here he is, his Regal Self, and the day before our first dog (unable to walk, stand, eat, poop and in terrible pain even while staggeringly over-medicated) was put to sleep.