This is Maggie's ancient, mostly dead (but still slightly alive!) blog. Peruse the archives at your own risk; they contain more than a little teenage nonsense.
Sunday, July 04, 2010
I know most of you know this, but not all— Tuesday night we came home from church and Wordy was dead. The vet suspects a heart attack (or something similar) as he's been in perfect health as far as we could see. Vati took him up to TQ/Snap/et all's place and he was buried.
I'd go on for a while with eloquence, but there's not much to say. Sorry.
Wordy, baby, you're the sweetest dog I ever knew. I love you always.