MIL called to tell us just as we were leaving the city to come home.
We are very sad. I am failing as a writer right now, because I have no words to express the level of emotion.
Jesse was a beautiful border collie, about 14 years old. He lost an eye as a puppy, had one of his legs broken, suffered a stroke last year, had arthritis and a heart condition, but still thought he was a puppy.
Tonight we are eating pizza and "little baby sausage" (cocktail cheese grillers) because they were his favourite foods.