Freaky Deke
I woke up at six this morning to find Deke the Geek had died in his sleep. I knew it was going to happen. There wasn't anything I could pinpoint, but last night I just knew I'd wake up and he'd be gone. I sat there for a while and just petted him, telling him he was a good boy and mommy's little ugly man. I don't think he was in any pain -- he was all curled up in his bed as usual. I carried him outside and buried him in a new addition of the pet cemetary, right by the angel statue. I think I'm done adopting dogs for right now. Brandy needs to be an only child for a while. I'll wait until I make the move to Chicago to start looking for a new fur-baby.