Nine months ago, our family had three dogs: Coda (black lab), Mojave (shepherd), and Pikachu (cotons du tulear).
Coda died in my arms in the early morning hours of December 31, 2024. Mojave did the same on September 11, 2025. And Pikachu, the oldest dog his vet has ever seen in their practice, likewise passed away in my arms just hours ago.
They’re all gone. In just nine months.
Peeks was the only dog in my life I’d ever actually bought, and he’s the closest thing we ever had to a show dog. He’s also the only one I’ve ever had who actually required grooming, and quite regularly. Ungroomed, he looked terrible. Groomed, he looked like a giant cloud with a smile.
And with all our dogs, there were pretty much no rules. This could go to extreme lengths, even on Thanksgiving.
I picture him now, galloping toward his lifelong friend Mojave.
He was a good boy, and he will always be remembered. Rest in peace, you three. Each and every one of you was deeply loved.
