Corgan is Gone

Corgan, my beagle-terrier mix, was put down yesterday afternoon. A victim of cancer, he was only seven years old.

I picked him up from the Steuben County Humane Society when he was just five months old. By no coincidence, a lot of things came together for me shortly thereafter. I won’t go into sappy details, but I will say this: Having new responsibilities in the form of feeding and walking a dog can certainly cut into a 19-year-old’s “party time.”

I have undergone a world of emotions in the last 24 hours. I’ll never know why any god would subject any creature to such an ugly, untimely death. I'm comforted, however, that Corgan is no longer in pain.

So long, pup… 5/1998 – 8/2005.