Said goodbye to my bud tonight.

I'm spending one last night out in the garage with Odie... cranking tunes and remembering the times when I'd be all frustrated doing brakes or whatnot on a car that we needed for work, and he'd drop a tennis ball under the car when I was bitchin.. I'd go play with him for a half hour or so, and when I came back I'd have a different way of taking that bolt out or whatever and it'd go easy. Like he knew 'Dude! You need to step away for a minute.'
Kid came home... he hugged Odie. He was in a better state, but his knuckles are bruised from punching a wall. He's learning to deal with loss, and he's doing ok. We had some good laughs about the stuff Odie used to do.
Some of this might sound a bit morbid to some of you, but we all deal with a loss in our on way.