Bandit was put to sleep the day after Xmas 2007. (See).
- I have no reason to rush home after work. Well, my wife, Bette, I suppose, but she gets home later… I would let him up, and we would go out and get the mail, come in, get his dinner. It was a fine life.
- The dog bed is empty. Soon it will be given away.
- I don’t have anyone to go do errands with. Bandit loved the car, even though he would bark until I came back.
- A dog is inherently male. He burps when he wants, farts as necessary (much to Bette’s dismay) and eats whatever he can get a hold of. He loves unconditionally, is kind to all, but defends his turf when necessary. A fine way to live. We “civilized” humans should take note.
- He was Sarah’s dog, so in a way, he is our last living link to Sarah — other than her mom, her friends and her family.
- Bette liked having him there to talk to or yell at. Now she has to yell at me.
- His smell. Sometimes I just put my nose in his fur and sniffed. Bette says that is what she missed most about Sarah. Dogs just smell warm and friendly.