This strikes like a stake in the heart of Count Dracula. There is a real finality in the demise of Doggie Diner and the other enterprises at the end of Sloat. A tsunami tide roaring through time now renders barren a patch of land and history that was in turn a part of us. Death by amputation is a horrible way to go and while I hope some greater phoenix rises from the ashes of our past, I cannot help but being a bit saddened to see our dog pass away. I will wake tomorrow and have a hot pastrami on rye. It will not taste the same. Ever!