Carrie Fisher, 1956-2016

The year 2016 really seems to be on a murder spree. I don't think I have ever written specifically about any celebrity deaths, but this one's a bit different. Of course, like many fans, I know Ms. Fisher mainly from her work as the take-no-prisoners Princess / Senator / General Leia Organa. No wilting wall flower, this damsel turned tropes on their heads as she fought alongside her more traditionally male protagonists.

Ms. Fisher was no different, using wit and talent to turn her personal struggles into bestsellers, even as she continued to steal scenes throughout the 1980s and '90s. She was a powerful presence in and out of the spotlight, renowned as a script doctor, and as an advocate for mental issues.

On a more personal note, my lovely bride and I, geeks that we are, identify with the Star Wars power couple, Han and Leia; who, when declaring their love for one another, each responded to the other matter-of-factly.

Carrie, we love you. But I'm sure you know.

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And Then There Were Five . . .

I did not expect to have such a long break between posts. It's been a momentous couple of months, what with the unexpected election results, the breakdown of my gaming computer, and finally the loss of a family member this weekend.

Our Pack at Its Peak

This is from a couple years ago, before he lost weight.

Thank you to all who expressed condolences for the loss of our sweet old dachshund Dexter. He had developed congestive heart failure, which became acute over the last week. We took him to the vet on Saturday. Sadly, while he could have been treated temporarily, his prognosis even in the short term was not good at all. So Scooter and I made the decision to be with him in his final moments and say goodbye together, rather than risk him passing away while we were at work, struggling to breathe, essentially alone.

I thought I had prepared for this, especially after we lost Zane so unexpectedly. But that didn't make Dexter's passing any easier. There's an empty space at the foot of the bed where he belongs, softly snoozing under a blanket or obsessively licking his forepaws. And there's an empty space in our hearts, where Dexter has left his paw prints on his way across the bridge to play with Zane and Ginger and Didi, his mate.

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Scooter proofreads almost all my articles before I post them, for which I am very grateful. However, any mistakes are mine and mine alone (unless otherwise noted). If you are reading this post through RSS or Atom feed—especially more than a couple hours after publication—I encourage you to visit the actual page, as I often make refinements after the fact. The mobile version also loses some of the original character of the piece due to simplified formatting.