Jun 15, 2021

We had to have Atticus put to sleep yesterday. I met him when he was 2-3 years old, adopting him from the Richmond SPCA. At the SPCA, I walked down the long aisle and near the end was this lump of black fur, curled up and facing away from the front of his enclosure. I tapped lightly on the fencing and he lifted his head and looked over his shoulder at me, slowly standing up and walking over to me.

My Dad
Jun 17, 2007

My father passed away last night after having spent over a year fighting cancer. I can’t express in words how proud of him I am for how hard he fought given everything he was up against. We’ll all miss him. (Picture was taken around his college years)