Hi everyone..I have been out of touch for a bit. In early August my sweet boy Tiny Tim was diagnosed with lymphoma. Two weeks ago, October 27th, he passed on. Having decided against traditional and lengthy chemo treatments(Tim did one session and was quite unwell), I took the advice of my beloved John and our loving dogwalker Norma and chose to give him what time he had left a life full of great memories, love, and lots of steak dinners. After much research, I chose to seek out holistic and homeopathic remedies in conjunction with a lot of cuddling on the couch, tug-o-war, and a hands-on-tibetan healer. Whether the treatments were ultimately successful, I feel that I gave Tim the best I knew how. My job in the end was to be his "escort" and to make his transition dignified, loving, and sacred. Tim passed from this three-legged life, laying on his favorite blanket on his favorite bed that I brought along to the vet's from beneath my desk where it had sat for 8 years. Apparently later that day there was a gorgeous rainbow that filled the east village sky and I know that was not a coincidence. Tiny Tim's legacy will live on in the eyes of every sweet dog who needs a forever home and I know Tim will be up there helping guide me until we see each other again.