Yeah well, you I understand.
And how are your babies anyway?
Djinni, the Ibizan Hound, passed away from laryngeal paralysis a few months shy of 14 years but went peacefully at home.
Gypsy, her Portuguese Podengo Medio BFF went into despair and I worried I’d lose her, too, but in the past week, she seems to have rallied and is eating again and regaining the weight she lost and is back to savagely pursuing Hrafi the boy Dobe around the yard.
Her great joy is to nip at his hamstrings and try to run him to ground, little Velociraptor that she is.
He thinks that is great good fun even though they terrify me with their mock battles, sometimes.
He [Hrafi] is fine, and has taken to howling when I leave the room, which makes me happy because one of the things I miss most about Bubby were frequent howl-fests he started with everyone else joining in...including me.
Odd thing to bring on the happy tears, but there it is.
His half sister Seven seems well, having survived a cancerous toe amputation.
As always, if they’re okay, I can cope.
/raised by “wolves”