Last weekend, Novita went outside to unlock the gate and found our little Pomeranian dead. There was no obvious cause of death, so we’ll never know. He was less than three years old and despite the jokes from my friends about him being smaller than a cat, was quite the happy little dog. I’ve never been a small dog kinda guy, but Puma was the most likable of any I’ve seen.

I feel terrible that Novita had to find him; wish it was me.

R.I.P. little guy.

July 2006 – May 2009