My parents’ dog Champ passed away yesterday. He was a standard poodle, who was somehow both majestic and goofy. My brother bought Champ from a backyard breeder 10 years ago as a Christmas gift for my mother. He was lucky to end up with my parents, who fixed up his major overbite and gave him lots of TLC. He always seemed to have his seal, raccoon or tiger in his mouth, or under his chin while he was resting.
Champ was a good dog. I know he will be sorely missed; my dad is just starting chemo treatments (despite at first being told it was unnecessary), so it’s not the best timing. Champ was a very comforting presence during my dad’s previous bouts with cancer, and I’m sure they could use that now. Of course, there is no such thing as good timing when it comes to losing a dog.