Now Lamb Chop is with me

After nineteen years and three months of outrageous living, Lamb Chop succumbed to a reaction after having two teeth pulled, one of which was infected. He had managed to live his entire life without a day of illness, but this was simply overwhelming to him. He died in Polly's arms, while waiting for the vet to administer a final shot to him. He spent his last night with Polly, going pee while she held him up, drinking water, though his tongue didn't move properly, and allowing himself to be snuggled and held. He was loving and thoughtful up to the end. Polly and Donner are still adjusting to his being gone, over two months from that beautiful, sunny October morning.

Now Polly has renamed our star -- it is Sirius, Churchill and Lamb Chop, and she looks up to find it every night the stars are out. It appears over the horizon late in the evening, long after the three stars from Orian's belt peer out.