Bones

My beloved dog Bones was put to sleep on July 1 after a long bout with cancer. She was a great dog, goofy and playful, loving and loyal.

I got Bones from the Evanston Animal Shelter in July 1991, and she was an emaciated, furless mess. She'd been beaten and was handshy, terror stricken and all skin and bones, which is how she got her name.

I loved her, brought her back to health, and we were fast friends. I miss her terribly.