It’s another last Wednesday of the month. It’s another Blogapalooz hour. We get a topic and try to write and publish something in an hour. Tonight’s topic is to write about a time you had to say goodbye.

Everyone has those moments. Parents die. Children become adults and get married. Jobs come to an end. I even thought about leaving college and and crying over having to join the real adult world. I still want to go back to those days. But after thinking it over, it really comes back to the little guy in the photo at the top.

The guy with the popcorn bag on his head is our family dog D.J. He died in 2006 at almost sixteen years old. But to get to the end of his life, we need to start at the beginning.

It’s 1991 and I’m living in Southern California. I’m living with my wife of about a year, our new daughter who is about six months old and two tween age step-daughters. Oh yeah…I forgot our parakeet Larry.

One morning, I get ready to head off to work, take the cover off the bird cage and poor Larry is laying at the bottom of the cage. Dead! Sad. …Click here to read full story