Spoke to mom today, and she told me that I should come and say respects to my/my sister's dog, Bella. She's a dumb-as-dishwater chocolate lab we've had since I was in high school, and she's not doing too well. Anyway, it's been a good five years since I moved out of mom's house, so I really haven't been seeing her more than once a month or so, but still, I'll miss her. I remember getting her when she was about the size of a tennis ball and wouldn't shut the heck up, so I spent the night on the kitchen floor to keep her company. Lots of memories.
*sigh* Not a big thing, she's not really my dog, but it's a sad little paragraph end.