We said goodbye to Gambit last night. After a rough afternoon and a trip to the veterinary ER, we sent him across the Rainbow Bridge and set him free. He was our “old man” dog, just about 17 years old.
Gambit used to sing along with the Jeopardy theme. He would howl like crazy, then look back at my mom, who would tell him it sounded beautiful, then start howling again. He hasn’t done that in a while because of throat problems, but now he can sing all the time if he wants.
My heart is broken, but he’s no longer suffering. He was a good boy right up till the end.
If you don’t believe in the paranormal, just stop reading here.
As some of you know, my mom died last September. Since then, she has visited me a few times. This time, however, she decided to get creative. I woke up the other morning to see this sitting in front of me. Hubby says he didn’t do it. A psychic on Facebook not only described my mother, but described the pillow, sight-unseen. Thanks, Mama.
It’s Kentucky Derby time in Louisville. For the rest of the world, the Derby is two minutes. For Kentuckians, it’s two weeks. Big festival, lots of stuff to do. Also, these guys appear around town. Big, plaster horses painted by local artists. Here are two sides of the same horse located near my house.
Actually, we got her in January and I forgot to post. Her name is Harley, and she’s a Great Dane. At 20 weeks, she’s already the biggest dog in the house. Hubby is at the vet with her, and he says she is 61.4 pounds.
I have always said I wasn’t into politics, but since Donald Trump took office, I’m paying more attention. I still wouldn’t normally comment, but I believe this picture needs to be seen by as many people as possible. This guy is brave, honorable and inspiring. He is standing guard for the very people who wish him harm.
Hello, frens. Thanks to everyone who has been reading my blog and looking at my artwork for so long. Due to some family issues, I have been taking a hiatus from writing and artwork.
What is going on is that my mom is very sick. She is dying of cancer, and while she’s actually doing very well, they don’t expect her to live very long. I’m her primary caregiver, so I spent most of my time either taking care of her or just resting. Hopefully I will be able to start posting again soon. In the meantime, stay tuned and say nice things about me.
Bob is five months old, now, and she is almost as big as our “block out the sun” dogs.