At 12:50 PM PST, July 8, 2018 - Lincoln Douglas MacArthur merged with the infinite after a brief struggle with cancer.
He passed away peacefully in my arms, with Elizabeth at his side. What we know of Lincoln’s past begins in 2002, when at the age of 1, I adopted him from the Town Lake Animal Shelter in Austin, Texas. He had an underbite, a broken tail, and been given the temporary name “Elvis”. I was at the animal shelter at the exact moment they moved him from the quarantine area to the general population. I had been visiting the animal shelter every week for the past few months trying to find the right dog to adopt. That day I can clearly remember them shuffling him in to a cage about 100 yards away. Something about his skinny silhouette drew me closer, and once I made eye contact with him I knew we would be best friends. And it turns out that I wasn't the only one. After the customary 3-day waiting period for his previous owners to claim him, I received the call from the shelter that I could come down and pick him up - and just in case I didn’t want him - there were 25 other people on the waiting list eagerly willing to take my spot. From that point on we were best friends. He lived with me in several different homes in Austin, moved up to Seattle for a brief stint, then down to California. He'll always be my best friend.
For everyone who was ever nice to him, thank you. And for all of you who never got a chance to be touched by his giant heart, I’m sorry.
If you have a dog, please give them an extra kiss for us tonight.