Karen pointed me to “The Blogadilla Swedish Furniture Name Generator,” from which I learned what I would be called if you could buy me at a certain well-known furniture store the size of your average housing development:

I look comfy, don’t I? Wouldn’t you just love to assemble me in your home today? If you buy now, I’ll even throw in an order of those yummy little meatballs they sell in the cafeteria…

For some reason, my coworkers keep emailing me the following:

more animals

I’m really not sure why…

I received an email this morning from a concerned loyal reader, asking if I was all right. It made me realize that I overplayed my hand a bit in that mysterious post yesterday, and possibly I’ve caused some people to worry unnecessarily. So even though this isn’t the long entry I wanted to present on this subject, I’ve decided to go ahead and release the news that’s weighed so heavily on my mind for the last week:

Shadow, the Bennion Family Border Collie, whom you may remember has been fighting cancer off and on for about two years, died on December 30.

He had completed his second round of chemotherapy about seven weeks earlier and my parents and I believed him to be at last cancer-free. He was, however, afflicted with some side effects from the chemo as well as the usual complaints of old age — he had arthritis in his hips, among other problems — and in the final week of his life he was struggling against what the vet initially believed to be a bronchial infection. The antibiotic treatment for that illness seemed to be having little effect, though, so he was scheduled for an ultrasound last Tuesday to explore other possibilities — the worst scenario being a third attack from the damn cancer. But he didn’t make it to that appointment. Instead, he passed away in the night before, in my mother’s closet, where he’d always gone to hide when summer thunderstorms darkened the sky.

I know that not everyone likes animals or keeps pets, and that some who do view them as little more than furniture. All I can say to those people is that that’s not how my family does things. The Bennion animals have always been a very real part of this family, and Shadow was even more so than any other pet we’ve ever had. We all lived together under the same roof in his early years; later, he divided his time between my parents’ house and my own. (If you don’t know, I share property with my folks in an arrangement I like to call “the Bennion Compound.”) He was a constant presence around here, and for my dad especially, a constant companion. Dad took that dog with him everywhere, and Shadow’s death has hit him very, very hard. I’m grieving for my father as much as for Shadow.

I’m still going to write that tribute I mentioned yesterday, the one that’s been so difficult for me to start. I want to tell a few stories, and hopefully give you some idea of what a remarkable and wonderful being Shadow really was, and why it’s so difficult to say goodbye to him. For tonight, though, I thought it best to clear the air. To anyone who may have gotten the wrong idea yesterday, I’m sorry to have worried you. What can I say? I do have a flair for the melodramatic at times.

Here’s one final thing, a memorial card that my lovely Anne made up for my parents to send to their friends:

As always, click to embiggen. If you’re interested.

One of my three loyal readers sent me an instant message this afternoon which said, essentially, “update your damn blog already.” So I guess I ought to pop in and explain that, no, I have not been run over by a monorail, kidnapped by Somali pirates, or deported to the Phantom Zone to spend eternity sandwiched between Ursa and Non. Not that being sandwiched with Ursa would necessarily be a bad thing. I used to have this Superman II program book with lots of glossy pictures, you see, and I thought she was much more interesting than scrawny old Lois Lane, what with those slits on the arms and legs of her outfit.

But I digress, and I haven’t even gotten started yet.

The thing is, something happened over my holiday break that I want to write about, and it’s turning out to be a difficult entry for reasons that will become clear when I finally post the thing. I don’t mean to be cryptic — many of you out there already know what I’m talking about — it’s just… I want to do justice to this topic, and it’s taking time to get it right. Or to get it at all. I don’t have writer’s block exactly, but it’s… well, again, it’s just not an easy thing to write.

I’ll try to throw out some bones to satisfy those who need a Bennion fix, but just be aware that I’m rather preoccupied by this one item right now.