Mommis is miz. Auntie Belle and Uncle Nell had to put Kodie to sleep this morning. He got a very virulent form of cancer and got sick and died just in a week. And he was only four. We will miss him at camp, but he’s in the great Skybox with a great view of all the rest of us. He will see us running and playing and we will feel his presence.
Just yesterday Mommis told me he was out walking and fetching, but this morning he wouldn’t get out of bed, so Mommis and Auntie Belle took him to the place where dogs go goodnight.
Not much more I can say about this, except good thing I live in the present moment. Auntie Belle and Mommis are currently living in the past. Uncle Nell is living in the future, begging for a new puppy.