Today I had to put my wonderful dog, Barrett, to sleep. His body was riddled with cancer and he was having difficulty breathing. He told me it was time to go. September 9 was the anniversary of the day I got him. We've been together for 13 years. I know he's waiting for me over the rainbow bridge. Til then I have to believe that he's young and healthy again, playing with Brioche, Bandit, Kokishin, and all my rats that have passed. Maybe he can even meet his namesake.