RIP Casca...my four pound friend died in my wife's arms on the way to the vet this morning. He was fifteen years old and spent every minute of downtime we had together either sitting on or next to my wife or me or snoozing with his "brother", Marcus Brutus. If you were under the weather, he was the best therapy you could get. He was the most fearless and bold critter I've known, and led me to the conclusion that it's a good thing chihuahuas don't get to be 150 pounds...they'd eat humans!
I'm gonna' miss my tiny guy...he was good people and made my world a better place.
I'm gonna' miss my tiny guy...he was good people and made my world a better place.
