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There are many things that are wrong with the world, and there are a precious few that are right, and when you find these things, you should never let them go.

I had one of those. He had brown and white fur, four paws, liked burgers without the special sauce (or ketchup or mustard or mayonnaise or whatever other kind of sauce), fetched sticks like an aborigine with a boomerang, started to smell real funky almost exactly six days after his bath (so we make sure he gets one before then), loved my guitar playing, loved to chew up my mom's dishrags even more, liked to reserve my dad's place on the couch by growling at people who try to sit there, and he loved us and we loved him.

His name was Ricky. He was named after Ricky Ricardo coz my dad's favorite show of all time was I Love Lucy. We loved him to pieces and he died last night.

It wasn't that bad. He was twelve years and four months - pretty good for a Golden Retriever, and ma said he passed away quietly. He was sleeping a little too much lately (the vet said the medication would do that), and pop had started to check on him from time to time. Last night, when he checked, Ricky had passed away quietly. Apparently he'd been having problems for a while, but they didn't tell me and my sister because they didn't want to worry us.

It's a bit funny - a few days ago, Aunt Andrea and I were talking about our dogs - her Harley and my Ricky. And he's gone a day later.

Dumb old dogs are good - coz they don't mess themselves up with a lot of intellectualisms. They either like you or they don't. And they're loyal.

My sister and I were so happy when pop brought him home. He had a brother that we could have gotten as well but a cousin on my pop's side got him. But I am glad dad picked him from the litter. Anyway, when he came to live with us, we were all full of ideas on the kinds of tricks we would teach him and all the fun we would have together but Ricky didn't really learn any tricks. He ruined a lot of stuff in the house when he was a pup, but thankfully he grew out of that, as well as running away from us when we walked him. But he eventually connected that we were part of the walking thing, and he'd come back when we called him. But we loved him. He was part of our family.

Rick was maybe five when I started my RLT, and was confused a bit with my use of girly stuff and perfumes, but he knew it was me. After SRS, I had stayed away for almost two years, but when I came back, to try and establish some kind of rapprochement with my family, he was there as if nothing happened, being the same old Ricky, not caring how I'm dressed or.. what kind of equipment I had anymore... heehee.

He's a good guy. The best. And wherever he is, I hope they have burgers, and I hope they remember to hold the special sauce.

Ricky Cabot
1999-2011

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