Zobby's dam died today (or yesterday, maybe).
She was a 19 year old Pekingese, and she was a pretty hilarious little dog. She was the sassy, adventurous, door-darting, gate-opening, counter-surfing queen of the house. When she had her coat all grown in, she looked like a throw pillow, and when she was shaved down she looked like a sad pug. She didn't suffer fools, and didn't warm up quickly. I really liked her.
My boyfriend loved her very much, and I'm so sad that he wasn't able to take her as well as Zobby when he was kicked out. At the time, it didn't seem smart in our financial situation to bring an elderly dog into the house, but now I sort of regret that. He hasn't seen her in quite some time, and he's pretty torn up.
Anyway, she had a long life, and I hope it was a good one.