Goodbye, Rodney At the tender young age of 18(that's 126 in dog years for those of you who don't care to do the math), my family pet, Rodney, was put to sleep. He was a half poodle, half lapso-apso mutt. He was ready to go, but it still sucked to say goodbye to him. He's one of the few constants throughout my life. Ever since I was 4 years old, he was there. He was there for each of our moves.. from Louisiana, to Florida, to Pennslyvania, and back to Louisiana again. Six public schools, and college... Rodney was there. Now he's not. I really don't know how to react. Later Old Stuff |