RIP, Cherokee

Keith and I both come from families where our pets, usually small dogs, were treated like humans. During our junior years in high school (or so Keith and I can remember) both my family and Keith's family grew to include a furry child. We got Cerci, and Keith's family got Cherokee. Or Cherokee the Pug, as I liked to think of her. And now we're sad to report that Cherokee has moved on to the next life, where she is undoubtedly standing at one of heaven's kitchen cabinets, and scratching it every few minutes for a treat. Even if she didn't go outside to do her "business".

Cherokee was a sweet and gentle dog with infinitely endless patience-and she'd have to be considering the outfits she was dressed up in during her life and the number of times Keith made her wear his UGA visor. I wish I had pictures of the Halloween outfits Grammie put on this dog, maybe she will share one with me and I'll post.

The only good news I can see coming out of this sadness is that Grammie and Grampie are going to need some serious cuddling when they come for Thanksgiving, and I know just the two little boys to do that.