End of an era, Fletcher's turn.

[Whateverist]

I don't know what to say. I'm literally in tears as I write this. I'm so sorry, whateverist. They bring us so much joy, and in the end, tears.

Thanks, Cthulhu. Sorry to put you through this old buddy. Sounds like you know the drill. Of course, that they live so much less time than we do is either more evidence of imperfect design or else of a malevolent creator. Either that or we just have to give up the idea of a creator altogether.

I took him to the big dog park on the bay today. I was getting hugs from women I'd never met and one said she loved me. I'm thinking of suggesting to EvidencevsFaith that he borrow someone's old dog and a wheelbarrow and I can almost guarantee he'd get laid.

Here are a couple of photos from our morning jaunt to Pt. Isabelle dog park.