What a sad day, yet one that wasn’t unexpected. My dear little granddog, Shimmy, died today. Little Shimmy had finished all his assignments, and it was time to go. He was simply worn out.
Kerrie’s mother, Dr. Nancy Kerr, took him in years ago in Tempe, Arizona. Shimmy stayed with her until her death, and then stayed with Dr. Lee Meyerson, Kerrie’s stepfather, until his death. Then Shimmy began his adventures in Simpson Land.
He stayed with them in Phoenix, Flagstaff, and finally Monroe, Washington. It was very important for him to be part of the Simpson tribe. And he was that. No matter that he couldn’t see much or hear much or understand much, he always knew he belonged.