Thanks for asking.
We are better . . . At first I could hardly say his name or look at videos of him and Lucy playing . . . without getting choked up. Everytime our doorbell rang, or the sound of a doorbell ringing on the TV . . . Dodger would go ballistic. The other day a TV commercial had a doorbell ringing and I called out “Dodger, no barking!” Then realized that Dodger was gone . . .
We had his body cremated. His ashes sit in a handsome hardwood box in our family room. It is tough, but we would not change a thing. Over his 10 years with us, I sent photos of him to “Denise”, the woman who rescued him. She loved “that little guy” . . . “Dodger Roger” (as she called him).
He was a character . . . 10 lbs. with the attitude of a Bulldog! And yet he’d sit in our lap (like a cat) and slept in our bed with us.
Here is a picture taken by the oncologist who was last to care for him.