This is Boysingly. My little (well, he was far from little … he was 20 lbs in fact) friend for over 15 years. He had a stroke this past Thanksgiving and I had to put him to sleep. It was really, really hard. I still think of him. And I still hear him pitter pattering about the house and I forget that he’s no longer here. He was given to me just shortly after I moved to Brooklyn, and now, here I am, leaving Brooklyn, without him. I didn’t plan it that way. I planned to take him with me. But I guess he wanted to stay in Brooklyn. He didn’t want to leave his home.