I believe all animals that die in my care will be mine when I get to the Rainbow Bridge. I believe that for everyone. I mean, we all need family, and critters are just family extensions, so why wouldn’t they be there to greet us? Reminds me of that gif with the soldier who came up the sidewalk, and someone in the house opened the door enough to let the dog out. THAT is the definition of “joy.”
I’m working on finding the Flat Surfaces in the house, so I can dust before Advent. Progress is slow ...
Tonight we have Cub Scouts, always James’s favorite thing of the week. The sun has come out, just in time for it to get dark. It’s going to be cold tonight.