They are beautiful babies for sure, Salamander! I’ve been so thrilled with our 14 year old’s recovery from IBD and the cessation of her chronic ear issues — and our Chow mix’s thick lush coat (poor baby was in awful shape when we pulled him out of the apt. where he’d been abandoned: flea eggs, greasy coat and the consistency of a straw broom. Awful.) He was always panicky when it was meal time when we were feeding kibble, but he’s satisfied now and doesn’t gulp his food down in a frenzy. Blessings to you and yours, Salamander. I consider you my dear FRiend and treasure the convos we’ve had. I pray your sorrow has lessened somewhat since your precious Halla’s passing (hope I’m spelling her name correctly), that you have peace and rest in the knowledge you will see her again, and that all of your furbabies are healthy and happy with no sign of problems!
It’s better, mostly.
There are still moments when the sorrow is too much but you know, an odd little blue-black butterfly has taken up residence since she left us and seems to be making a point of following me around when I’m outside.
It’s just the color she was and in spite of my lifelong ‘way with critters’, I’ve never had a butterfly decide it was going to land on me and ride around, especially not as a habit.
I take it as a sign from God that Halla is happy and well, somewhere and truth be told, it does remind me so much of her and her happy, reckless, ‘loopy’ way of running.
But now I worry about it with cold weather approaching.
I wonder if I should bring it inside or let it be whatever it is?
[pinging momtothree for butterfly sightings] :)