I'm writing this note with sadness over the loss of our mascot Alfie. We set sail this morning from Magothy River across the Chesapeake to the Corsica River on the Eastern shore. About a quarter of the way our friend moved closer to us, stuck his head under seat cushions near us and laid down, he never awakened. We noticed that he wasn't breathing but didn't disturb him, partly because we were busy with sailing duties and partially because we couldn't believe that he was gone.

Recently, he was having difficulty breathing and walking long distances so it's somewhat of a relief to know that he is at peace. We will miss him and his antics, his deep barking voice requesting to "Play the Game" and the lack of his companionship but we will remember him always for his gentle demeanor and his frequent glances.

We are currently at anchor in the Corsica River waiting out some bad weather. There are farms all around us. It seemed fitting that Alfie be on land so we found a quiet place for him back on the farm to be laid to rest.