On Sunday Tina's teacup Yorkie, Toto, died. She misses him very much. I miss him also. I owe the little guy a lot. Although we had a rocky start we became close friends. I won him over with my magic petting fingers and chicken liver.
I missed him a lot this afternoon when I took my nap. It was something that he and I used to share when I took care of him. He would curl up next to me and I would pet him with one hand while Nina laid on my chest and I petted her with the other hand.
Greg and I were playing Rock Band 2 tonight and I sang Carry on my Wayward son. It reminded me a lot of Toto. There's also the Toto-Kansas connection, like Wizard of Oz.
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more