I was a pretty typical dog until feathers died.

I spend days hanging out with Cleo, Feathers, and our human family.

Then one evening...

[crash] Dad: Adam?

Dad: We'll get you a bandaid and you will feel all better.

When we came back in the spinach was burned to a crisp, the house smelled like melted plastic, and Feathers had left this world.

Mom and dad couldn't figure out what caused Feathers' death, but I like to think that Feathers is in a better place.

Somewhere with lots of sky and birdseed.