Sadness

Our old buddy Kedzie, who lived with us for two years when I was in medical school, passed on today.

He was a good, good boy. Kedzie was my surrogate dog for a while. After Wolf died in my second year, I wasn't sure it was a good idea to get another dog. And then Kedz (and my roommate, his human) moved in, and he tried to be a good substitute. He was downstairs a lot, and we'd hang out, but in the end, he was always Jer's dog. And he made me want one of my own. Fortunately, he and Maggie got to be buds pretty fast.

Kedzie was a sweet dog. Crazy, and hated thunderstorms something fierce. And really, really, really loved his person. He also had a penchant for jumping out windows. Shortly after Jer and Kedzie moved out (because Mags and I were moving to NH), Jer and his fabulous bride-to-be went somewhere, and he gets this call. It was the downstairs neighbors informing him that Kedzie had jumped out the second story window.

He was fine (crazy, but fine). He broke his little leg, but he was okay. Which makes my favorite part of the story funny. Apparently, the neighbor was sitting next to the window watching TV when he saw this big brown thing go past the window. And he thought to himself, "Wow. That was a really big squirrel..."

Kedzie had one too few toe these past few years after losing one to toe cancer. Toe cancer!! Who gets toe cancer?!

He also was self-petting. You could be lying on the couch, or whatever, and stick your hand out, and Kedzie would back up until your hand was down his back about to his hip bones and then he'd wiggle his butt back and forth. Instant scratches.

He was a good roommate, and a great dog, and he will be missed. Rest in peace, my sweet, furry friend. There's lots of butt scratches for you in heaven.