Yesterday was a truly horrible day. My best fur friend, Partner, died unexpectedly early yesterday morning while I was feeding in the barn. It was very dark and as he was doing his normal sniffing rounds, a neighbor hit him with her truck. My heart is sick. His brother, Max, is also heart broken. It’s awful to see him look for his buddy. I have never had a connection with a dog like that before, and his name was Partner for a reason. How can your most loyal companion be here one minute, and then only become a memory the next?
Normal content will resume next week, but for now I’m just struggling through the day and filling my mouth with carbs.