Dog

I found an old friend at Lauren's apartment. This little guy is about as old as Lauren. He's been well loved, and a friend to all. When Jonathan was little, he fell in love with Dog, and hauled him (Lauren informs me he's a her) around everywhere, Dog's head tucked under his arm. When Jonathan had meningitis (at age 16 months), even when he was unconscious he held tightly to Dog. As Jonathan recuperated, Dog went with him every other day when Jonathan's IV had to be moved to the other arm. Poor Dog ended that hospital stay bloody and sad. He's (she's) been through a lot with us. It gave me the warm fuzzies to see Dog on Lauren's bookshelves.