R.I.P.

Our dog died yesterday, in a stupidly tragic way. He was scared by our yard man blowing leaves and, being the renowned jumper he was, scooted over our fence like a gazelle and took off. We looked for him, drove around calling his name, called the shelter. Nothing.

A neighbor came to say she had him in her backyard, and it looks like he jumped her fence, which from the outside was 4 feet high because it backs up to a hill, but jumping down into her yard was a 9 foot drop. Sydney landed on a bunch of clay pots, splintered them all, and died right there.

He was a good dog. We've only had him a year and a half but he was very patient with the kids and calm. They miss him and I can't live without a dog. I have serious doubts we'll find another dog as laid back.