10/02/2024
It is with profound sadness that I report that Re*****on Cosmonaut Little Bits Dog-Wood (yes, that Re*****on) crossed the rainbow bridge, one week ago today. I would have told you sooner, but frankly, I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
Only the good die young, which could explain his ripe old age, just a couple months shy of 17 years. It’s not that he was a ‘bad‘ dog, though it’s true he had no patience for puppies, no trust in children, quite nearly removed the nose of Patrick Girgen, and (as an early advocate of the FAFO movement,) the hand of almost anyone who ever tried to pick him up. It was more that he was singularly loyal, audacious, autonomous, and navigated life with an assurance and sense of entitlement rarely seen on this earth. I adored him for everything he was, and everything he wasn’t.
For those who never knew him well, I’ll be delighted to regale you with stories once I regain my composure, but a few key points are that he shared both my bougie tendencies and my wanderlust, had a bark that was a sonic assault so shrill that it would make your ears bleed, and loved the Taco Bus even more than I. Thanks to his stealth and the big bag/pashmina wrap trend of the oughts and tens, we had many unauthorized adventures together. From the Twilight Exit to the Louvre, planes, trains, and automobiles, we covered some territory. To this day, there is likely still barren ground outside Ministro Pistarini airport where he let loose after refusing the use of piddle pads in-flight for 18 hours.
Love and adoration aside, I owe him a huge debt, as without his insistence that I interrupt my reverie to leave my desk and tend to his needs, I would likely still be in a corporate data-induced haze 14 hours a day, completely unaware that I was missing out on life.
It’s shocking how big a hole he’s left my heart, but I suppose it’s only fitting that the same creature that taught me about living is now teaching me about the grieving process.
Big love to my (and his) many friends and family who have been so kind to us both over the years, and in the past week. If you knew him, light a candle, raise a glass, and say farewell. Re*****on, you were adored.