It's impossible. . .

. . .not to feel a strong kinship with John Derbyshire right now. The task of digging the grave of a beloved family pet is one of the most soul-wrecking experiences short of outright human tragedy that a man endures in life. Having done so on more than one occasion, I know the feeling that begins with resignation and proceeds to defeat, despair, sorrow and solitude. And when its done, all that's left is a sort of wretched relief.

Goodbye, Boris.
My sincere condolences to Derb.