I got my Christmas cards practically done. The far away ones won't get there in time, but, hey, the Christmas cards are just about done. Cara and I whipped the tree up today. I got home and discovered that she'd set up the nativity and the Christmas village as well. That was nice.
When I went to work today, I saw a couple regular customers. They usually have a big white dog, a very vocal dog, almost like he's trying to talk. They love that dog. He goes everywhere with them. Anyways, they were in the store today, and, oddly, their dog was not with them. I was in the process of reaching for a dog cookie, when I realized the dog was not there. I must have looked confused. The man said, "He died yesterday morning. His heart just stopped." And the woman stood by him with a quiet face, and the tears welled in her eyes. Yeah. You know what happened next. I'm offering my condolences with tears of my own. They left with their purchases. A coworker came over with a puzzled look. "Where's their dog?" I explained that he'd died. Dave said, "You're kidding..." because the dog had just been in the day before yesterday. I heard him head back to find Gary. "What?" Gary said. "That big white one?" and Dave said, "Yes." Gary said, "Well that's a damn shame," and Dave said, "They never went anywhere without that dog."
That's the kind of place I work at. A place where news like that makes us all feel sorry.