To say that the week starting at 6 PM on the evening January 31, 2012 and culminating at 10 AM on February 2, 2012 was one of the worst weeks in living memory for me would be an understatement of biblical proportions.
On the 31st of January 2012 I lost my baby boy Moby. And then, just two days later, my baby girl Ripley decided that living without her pit bull was just too painful so she succumbed to heart failure.
I spent fourteen years as the privileged guardian to these two amazing dogs, and their deaths — just two days apart — is something I have yet to get over and most likely never will.
I’d like to take some space here in order to commemorate the joyful life that was my little girl. And so, without further ado, here’s Ripley — the last surviving officer of the starship Nostromo.
And here are my two babies together, as they should be — forever.