Penny, my five-year-old pug, passed away unexpectedly. Why am I posting this on a blog? Well... it's simple: She was a huge part of my work life.
Penny slept by my feet while I worked from home (she'd get offended if I worked in my home office without her), broke the ice with new contacts and clients, and charmed her way into the hearts of hundreds by strategically butting in to Skype, Google Hangouts, and Facetime calls as appropriate.
An adorable, attention-hungry pug can charm a skeptical CEO or an overworked editor like few other creatures on this earth.
She was an absolutely terrible intern--she couldn't file papers well or sort my Excel forms--but she was the life of the office. Penny is gone after a brief, brave battle with a disease she didn't even show symptoms for. We're so lucky to have had her and to have loved and been loved by her.
She's now chasing skateboards and eating steak in Valhalla. Love the hell out of your pets, people.