Post last updated: October 3rd, 2018
It has been a rough year for departures. First, Poppie. Then a Houston friend of 30+ years. This morning, I found Big Foot in the middle of the grassy area that used to be Momma and Poppie’s vegetable garden. Something had torn out his left haunch and he crossed the rainbow bridge sometime in the night. I didn’t shed a tear. I don’t think I can feel anymore.