Hereâs the deal Iâll make with you: Iâll type and cry ⦠you read.
Friday, Dec. 11 at 4 p.m. my wife and I walked our dog Dutch on the West River Trail for the last time. We didnât know it was the last time; if we had, we would have done a few things differently, Iâm sure. By 3 p.m. on Saturday, with my wife and I holding him, he was gone. The quick clinical diagnosis was cancer; it would seem he was filled with it. He was only 8 years old, gone way too soon. I had many more adventures planned for him. But apparently 2020 had other ideas. The impact of this year will no doubt touch us all for many years to come, and taking our dog Dutch from us was just another small piece in the 2020 puzzle.