Will Rogers once said, “If there are no dogs in heaven, then I want to go where they went.”
Three weeks ago we lost Chaucer, our beloved family pet. He had been a gift for our young sons thirteen Christmases ago, but he became more of a mama’s boy over the years. I picked him out of a litter of eight rambunctious Cocker Spaniel puppies. He was black and white and fluffy, the fattest and calmest of the group. His sire’s name was Rocky Joe Cocker, but his offspring grew to be more of a rock star in our household. The next year we adopted his little brother Sammy, the runt of his litter.
I have been the unofficial pet namer at our house over the years. Being an English teacher, literary names have abounded: Shakespeare, Desdemona, Odysseus, Biddy. Chaucer, of course, was named after my favorite English ...