My dog died at the age of 12 of cancer... 1998. I still cry when I think of her longer than a passing thought which is why I shall move in right away.

I have this hilarious picture of Sherlock where he kinda has both fangs sticking out and his paws drawn up against his chest. It totally looks like "I vant your blood...". Now he keeps pouncing my legs from the dark. Very annoying. I'm scarred like Watson. Oh, the irony.