Rest In Peace
Barney (foreground) with Barley at my parents' place (2005)
I just got off the phone with my parents. They had to put their companion of nearly 14 years down yesterday. I was a freshman in college when Mom and I walked into the pound to look for puppies for Dad's Christmas present. My eyes locked with Barney's from across the room and he has been part of our family ever since.
He was named after Barney Rubble, but when Barney the dinosaur became popular my brother and I unsuccessfully campaigned for a name change on his behalf.
He always sat on the stairs in the evening, so he could keep one eye on my dad snoozing in the living room and the other on my mom in the kitchen while she made dinner.
He was good at kissing lots but avoiding lips.
His favorite snacks were scrambled eggs and toast with peanut butter.
Dad buried him on the south side of the house, under his favorite spot to survey his territory.