It's a little like losing Rosie all over again, to know that the last of her family is gone. The end of an era. My heart aches for Debbie and Ron, and for myself. These creatures we love, they just don't live long enough.... Rest in peace, Bubba:
This afternoon I must drive down to Salem to fetch my State Fair knitting entries. I've been anxious to have my Alcyone back so I can wear it, but we're enduring a most unusual heat spell so neither shawlette nor hat will be appealing to anyone for awhile.
That's it for today from . . .
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Sometimes I think we're all put on this earth to learn how to love, kind, relax, and have fun. The animals just figure it all out before we do. *hugs*
It's the end of an era and that's what makes it even harder. I'm sorry! Losing animals is so hard. It's been warm here on the coast during the days, but it really cools off fast at night and is overcast and cool in the morning.
Sorry to hear about your last bulldog. They become family and we miss them terribly.
I do like the double stack of hens in the nest box below.
Your blog is always a pleausre to read
Jerry
I'm sorry Michelle.
So sorry!
So sorry. It's ironic in that my son talked to me this weekend about concerns for his beloved dog. He's just recently learned that Bacca's breed are mature at eight years. He's pretty concerned.
Oh, how sad for your friend - and to not have had a chance to "say goodbye" T.
Looks like he was a lovely lad :-)
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