The Week for Good-Byes

BIL's Xavier, known affectinately as Meathead to me, had to be put down last night. He must have been about eleven. He got him when I was pregnant with the Oldest One, and he's eight now, and the big guy was two or three when he got him. He had bad hips to begin with, and the last few months he wouldn't walk on one of his hind legs. He got so he had to be forced to eat, and he wouldn't move unless he absolutely had to. The vet's diagnosis was bone cancer, so now he's out of his constant pain, probably romping around up there with my FIL and hubby's Nanny. (When FIL was alive this was definitely his dog, even though he was scared to death of him at first! The poor dog missed him so much when he died it was pitiful. He drove a truck, just locally, and always saved him half a sandwich or something from his lunchbox for a treat when he got home every night. The poor dog sat in the living room and looked out the front window for him for months.)

Got one of the Transformers washcloths finished, and the other one is over halfway done, I think. Knitting has been slow going lately. I'm supposed to work tomorrow, and of course it's calling for a big mess of snow, ice pellets, freezing rain, then rain. Will this winter never end?

Happy knitting!