Last evening I was checking in with my mom. She mentioned that my sister had to put her dog Nuxie to sleep. I knew that he hadn't been doing well lately, and Katie had even mentioned to Thomas last weekend that she thought the end might be near. In our house, Thomas loves all things dog. He loves all dog members of the family even though none of them live with him. After I hung up the phone, I told Thomas, I held him, and we both had a good cry. Catherine was so distressed seeing her little brother so sad, and tried comforting him by pointing out that Nuxie was able to see our Piper and they might be playing together. It was very sweet.
Now, I certainly had no attachment to my sister's dog, and in fact the dog was so neurotic that no one could even be around him for fear of being bitten, but the two most important things in my sister's life have been her dog and my dad. I can only begin to imagine the emptiness she is feeling right now, and my heart aches for her.
Nuxhall Robinson (named after Joe Nuxhall and Jackie Robinson) was such a good dog for my sister. RIP Nuxie.
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