Goodbye, Wigman

 Wig left the planet like the elderly gentleman he was....with barely a whimper.  He was surrounded by Brian & Fred, with me holding him wrapped in his red fleece for that extra touch--his own smell and Sister's.  To say that we are all basket cases is fair but we explode in bouts of laughter also.  It's too soon to tell about how Sis is going to react though we did just see her in the Utility Room, sniffing Wig's red blanket.  Ouch. 

Benji knows Wiggins is gone but didn't answer his phone just now.  I left him a voice mail about how Wig went out like the perfect man dog he always was--with dignity and grace.  We should all be so lucky.  And so loved.