My little dog Plato died today. He was twelve and a half years old, and lived with us since he was a puppy. Tracheal collapse it made it difficult for him to breathe. He was outside in the heat today and the heat was too much. I will miss him.
He traveled with me and my daughter throughout our odyssey last year to California, where we scattered my wife and daughter’s ashes at Mirror Lake.
Romp on, Plato.