Thursday, October 22, 2020


 The neighbors and I joke that Murphy and his Laws live on our road.  Seems he's been on steroids lately.  The culmination of the most arduous, dreadful two weeks:  we had to say goodbye to sweet 22 year old Roscoe.

The bloody nose from the week before had been the harbinger of ill fate.  The colic was only a response to the fluid building in his lungs, not the primary condition.

I had worried he would decline after, Henry, his best friend in the whole wide world passed.  

Now they're reunited.


  1. oh no. I'm so sorry. This is very hard for you and everyone that loves him. The only possible good thing is that he's with his best friend. I imagine that was some kind of reunion!

    1. They never live long enough. Seems the older they are, the harder it is to say goodbye.