I bet Louis was creeping around online today looking at people's reactions about Harry with a mix of "I don't like that, no" and a hair flick "you wish" and his token smug face "you can talk but I'm getting the action"
Spending Independence Day building a coffin for a dog that is still alive but failing fast and digging a six foot hole that ended up being about five feet because of rocks. She watched me do both, and wagged her tail every time I looked at her. She’s a good girl.
My son’s thirteenth birthday is Monday.
The dog isn’t doing well. He knows it.
I’m trying to wait until after his birthday before we end it. She’s fifteen and two months. She has never not been here for him.
I hired a veterinarian to perform the task at home. I want her to be in her yard when it happens. I’ve asked everyone she has ever known to contribute something small to be buried with her. Visitors have come this week to say goodbye. Everybody cried.