Heartbroken

My furry buddy of 17 years passed away last Thursday. This weekend has been rough -- boxing up and throwing out all the little bits of his life ... food, toys. It's a horrible feeling ... every day removes a wee bit more of his traces from home.

I miss him so much.

It's a dangerous business going out your door.

It's a dangerous business going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.
- J.R.R. Tolkien

Much better to stay in bed.



Ha!

(Takes after me.)