Rests easily.

Though we’ve had several spells of warm and humid weather we have resisted installing the window air conditioner. I broke down today – temperature in the high 20s C and humidity upwards of 70% – and plugged the a/c into the living room window. Tomorrow may be even more warm and humid, and storms are likely.

Achilles seemed to like my action plan.

Back on Thursday.

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Returning from hiatus; good to go away and good to come home

After a recent (unannounced) break I’m back to posting.

Faye and I took the dogs to Pittsburgh PA and attended a fund-raiser for the Southwest Pennsylvania Retriever Rescue Organization, S.P.A.R.R.O. for short. S.P.A.R.R.O. and it’s companion organization, Shades of Grey Sanctuary for Senior Dogs, are operated by Joe Maringo, a truly remarkable man. We had a great time and hope we helped raise a good sum for a worthy cause. Joe hosted a Lab Fest the next day; people and dogs had good fellowship.

We expected Achilles and Fitzi to be good in the car. We are very pleased with how good they were around unfamilar people and dogs. Achilles ambles around the fenced in area.

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We really appreciate all of the kindness and generosity everyone shared and expect to attend next year.

While it was great to go away, after 1400 klicks in four days it’s good to be home.

A journey ends, a journey begins

My journey with Stella has ended – in one way.

I prefer to not share all of the details of how and why. They are between me and Faye, Stella, our vet, and the Knower of All Things. It’s enough to say we are blessed with a vet who came to our home and helped us let go, with Stella’s head in my lap.

I adopted her over 13 years ago, discovered a new and deep sense of purpose. We learned from and trained one another. We prospered through the years of Avis and Moonpie becoming senior dogizens, being adopted by Corndog. We met Faye and I gained another new purpose. Someone to love and be loved by.

We let go of Moonpie, Avis, Corndog, and gained a new four footed companion – Achilles.

We moved to a new life, a new country, met new dogs – Rex, Kendal, BoJo, fosters Charlie and Lucy – and let go of them. Achilles is still here. We met yet another foster, Fitzi, and he has stuck. He’s the right dog at the right time.

I hope that Stella had a full life. Some people might have done more to keep her here longer. I believe it’s better to let go a day too soon, while she still had dignity, than a day too late.

I’m sad – for me and for Faye. Among the bargains I made when adopting her (that anyone makes when they adopt a dog or cat) was that I’d probably outlive her.

My sadness is tempered by gratitude for having years together, learning from and about one another. Deep gratitude to the family who trusted me enough to let me adopt her.

I don’t believe in the Rainbow Bridge. This isn’t a criticism of those who do believe, only a statement that I don’t believe. I don’t believe that Stella or any (every) dog I’ve owned will rush to greet me at the Bridge. She has too much good stuff to do, to spend eternity at my side. She’s too busy power-chasing squirrels and keeping them honest. There are too many rivers, lakes, and ponds for a duck wearing a dog suit to swim in. And that’s fine.

A journey ends, a journey begins. Stella is no longer here yet she is here – in my memory, head, heart, and soul. So she lives on.

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