Cassie the Corgi left this world the day before yesterday. She was almost 13 years old and had suffered from adrenal cancer (we think: there's some confusion about that) for the past four and a half months. She lived about as long as corgis can be expected to live (the median life span is 12.6 years), and she had an exceptionally good life.
And she was an exceptionally good dog: one of the two finest dogs I've ever had the privilege to live with.
Ruby the Corgi Pup now accedes to the throne as Queen of the Universe. Though she's typically bossy, it's unclear whether she quite knows how to rule all of creation in the absence of her predecessor. She seems puzzled as to exactly the extent of her considerably expanded powers and how to manage the lowly human. She will, being a corgi, soon get it down, I"m sure.
Already feeling lonely, I looked at the site operated by Ruby's breeder. She now wants $2,000 per pup, which of course is wayyyyyy beyond my means. So unless I stumble across another rescue corgi (Cassie came from the Humane Society), I guess I'm out of the corgi game. Well, not quite, as long as Ruby survives -- presumably another 5 to 8 years.
So it goes.
Was pleased to see some people are still lurking here at MyCorgi.com. Facebook is all very nice, I'm sure...but I find it fairly overwhelming. Just since yesterday evening, 178 messages have come in, most of them the most pointless kind of ephemera. How on earth is anyone supposed to keep up with that?