Sleep Well, Dinnabear

Odin, the first pet that J and I ever owned together, had to be put down today. He's been sick for a bit now and was deteriorating rapidly. I'm grateful that my sister could take him, because I wouldn't have been up for it.

For the last few years, Odin's been living with my mother and keeping her company. She always claims to not be an animal person, but my Dinnabear won her over and stayed by her side, rather insistently, as Mom went through her breast cancer diagnosis and subsequent surgery and he was a faithful, if not quirky, companion (he enjoyed sleeping in the corner kitchen cabinet, among other places).

I miss you, my sweet 'din.