Jonathan, whose temperament is unpredictable to visiting family members and whose nose is always prone to the brave thumbs and index fingers of this particular blogger, died this morning. Jonathan was 9 years old. He waited for this blogger's call to him as he lay by the backdoor and he twitched in a faint acknowledgment. He died nimutes after, and his eyes relaxed. This blogger still feels as if he will come out to her ready with a dog embrace. Jonathan 1995-2004.
*sigh*