My super whiz-bang electronic alarm has informed me that tomorrow is Tucker Adoption Day, which is a very important holiday for me. Tucker the Weird Dawg was with me for too few years. Most of his story is contained in two blog posts on a site I don’t update any more:

http://www.kansascurmudgeon.com/2009/03/12/tucker-the-weird-dawg/

http://www.kansascurmudgeon.com/2009/03/23/tucker-the-weird-dawg-rip/

If that’s too much for you to read, suffice it to say that Tucker had had a hard life before I adopted him, and I did all I could to make it better. I hope I succeeded, but I know for sure that he made my life better in more ways than I could have imagined.

So I’ll be both happy and sad for the next couple of days: happy because I got to know Tucker, sad because I had to let go of him. He epitomized the best of the relationships that we can have with dawgs, brightened my life for a few years, and then left me when he had no more choices. I cried a lot for a while, and I’m mainly over that, leaving me a better man because the memories he left me are pure bright-white joys.