Hi.
Thurman died yesterday. Even though I knew this was coming, it still surprised me, mostly because he never displayed any signs of being sick. He was as solid as he was last year, when he didn't have cancer, until midday yesterday, when he stopped eating midway through lunch. He had literally never stopped eating before, so I knew something was up, and he died within an hour. It still does not really make sense to me, but here I am.
I actually don't make strong relationships with people almost ever, and though I like dogs in general, Thurman instantly fit into my life in a way that made sense, and that just does not happen to me ever. I'm really grateful that it happened, but it's hard to imagine finding such a good fit more myself again, in any sense.
Thurman was part of this podcast from the start, silently or not-so-silently. If you haven't listened to the most recent episodes in the feed, listen for the noise of his collar tags, because that's one way he's still here.
I was planning time off anyway, so I suppose this was good timing, but I'm going to be quiet for a while — on here and otherwise.
Drew