Early today my roommate and I found a puppy washed up on our shore. It was abandoned "kit and caboodle" replete with a ziplock of dog biscuits and 3 carpet cleaners and a piss pad right under a bush across the street.

He had been looking for a dog...specifically a puppy, for years. He has two cats and was always worried that the cats would freak. Well when he came up the steps this morning I said "It is fate Joey".

Later today, we found out his son committed suicided last night.


RIP "Buddy".