We sent Callix on his journey back to the universal energy on December 9th. He was eating less, losing weight again, and falling a little too often. He was ready; I was not really. He was 10 years, 8 months old, and we had spent 4 1/2 of those years together. He had traveled the country coast to coast with me, always eager to see new places and give a hearty enthusiastic crotch greeting to new friends and old. I am so glad we had this past year here in the country. He loved it, loved playing chase with Chester and Fritz, loved sunning himself with Kai on the patio, and was happy to lay under the kitchen table waiting for someone, anyone, to drop something, anything.

He was stuffed with cheese and love and then he slept. He was my silly, goofy, love puppy.

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