Sad Stuff on Sunday

Mom and Dad and Puppy went off to see Grammy and Bionic Grandpa overnight last week, I went to the PetsHotel.  Mom didn't want me to come face to face with the emergency vet again (remember that story?) - although they were SOOOO nice.    They brought home some sad news though.  My cousin Zoe crossed the bridge.

That's her there.  She was about 12 or 13 years old, a Standard Poodle.  She and I never really got along so we weren't allowed to play together, but that doesn't mean I'm not sad.

Mom said the only one left of the family's Brat Pack is Tia - she's a Miniature Schnauzer Grammy and Bionic Grampa Rescued about 8 years ago, she's about 14 years old now.  She hasn't been doing too well though.

 Zoe, Tia, my Brofur-Who-Came-Before Shih Kwan:

Grammy and Bionic Grandpa's first Portuguese Water Dog - Sala,

and our cousin Gabe - a Yellow Labrador,

Could once all be found playing in the backyard together, or running up and down the hill at the Lake, or stretched out on the floor trolling for ear scratches and tummy rubs from whoever was nearby Mom says.

Run Free Zoe.