Monday, July 17, 2006


Bogie was much sicker than anyone realized. He went to the vet three times this week for lethargy and lack of interest in food, and they couldn't figure out what was wrong. He seemed much better on Saturday and went for a longish walk with Emily and me. That evening, after we got home from Richard and Brian’s reading (which was terrific, I should mention), we found him almost immobile, breathing shallowly. We took him to the Cornell Animal Hospital emergency room at midnight and, after less than an hour, he went into arrest and died. We won’t know why until the autopsy and we may not know then either.

Bogie was about nine years old—he was maybe ten months when I first got him at the pound in Missoula, Montana in early 1998. He was a dear companion to me and later also to Emily, living together with us in our house on Pleasant Street here in Ithaca for three years. A wise and playful animal who almost never barked: everyone who met him loved him. He enriched our lives immeasurably.

Goodbye, Bogie. Thank you.

This blog will be quiet for a while.

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