So Long Old Friend
It was always hard to get a picture of Phoebe, as she kept her distance, yet was always nearby. She has been pretty sick for four or five days, and this morning she died. She was about sixteen, maybe seventeen. Three digits in dog years. She occupied our home during a major chunk of the big family and middle years and transition. And that's all I want to say about this right now, but I thought you should know.