About five months ago I wrote about a recent scare I had had with my dog, Napoleon.
(That's him, there, toward the right . . . the avatar I use.)
I knew he was growing old and was increasingly in bad health, and something happened back in December that scared me and more than half persuaded me at the time that his checking out of my life was imminent. But then it all turned out to have been a false alarm, something easily fixed, and I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Still . . . I titled the post "Part I" because I knew that there was no long-term solution to the real problem that my poor dog was growing old and that I was going to eventually lose him.
I lost him this past Saturday.
