Saturday, March 28, 2009
Ode to Willie
Willie, my 15 year old dachshund died yesterday. He had been with us since before Maggie was born. I gave him to Shawn his first birthday he and I were a couple. He was Shawn's dog until he eventually came to live with Peter and me in our house in Texas. He had been fading all winter and began refusing food on Wednesday. It became obvious to us that he was ready to go. I wasn't there because I am in Austin at a music therapy conference, but Peter and Maggie were with him to ease him over the bridge. The sweet little guy with his alf like look will be missed.
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