Our little Pica puppy would have been 14 on October 19th, 2019.


She seemed fine. I still can't believe it.


She was a sickly puppy when she came to us, full of worms and ear mites. The veterinarian placed drops in Pica's ears, covered both sides, and shook her little head back and forth.


When we got her, I was 21 and SN was 23. We were just kids back then.




We were living in a rental house. Pica was there for all our biggest milestones, like graduating college, buying our first home, and getting married.



We even built our new house with her in mind. She was having trouble navigating the stairs, so it's a single story. Pica and Biscuit have their own bedroom.



Everything in our life is Pica. Even on our recent 3-week vacation, a day didn't go by that we didn't talk about her.

Her little paws and her stubby tail and her spots. Her rolls of flab and her hairy mole and her floppy ears.

Guess what? Pica butt.
Pica has been the center of our universe. Out of the 15.5 years …