My dearest abberdoodle

I found out tonight that you have the cancer. You are still a happy girl according to your capable caretaker, but you are weak, and the nausea and diarrhea has taken 20lbs away from your once strong frame. The vet says that three months would be a long time for … Continue reading

Moved, left some things behind.

Things get different, don’t they? There is a long story and a short story to everything. I think today is short story time. The lady and I are no longer, and thus, my tenure at the farm is over. No more coyotes in the back pasture, no more cows eating … Continue reading