Bye buddy. Thanks for visiting for a few days. See you next Sunday. My house is on the neighborhood holiday house tour so I’ll be with you all day.
We can get in all sorts of mischief.
And by the way, The Peepstress’s feet are mine. Not yours. Don’t go after them again.
Friends, you’re so kind to think of Edgar and his peeps. He’s over the bridge. It means a lot when you hold people close during a time of grief. I blogged about him last time.
I’m finding myself sad lately about this thing called the “bridge” because I’m usually a low key kind of guy. Even happy most of the time. What do I have to complain about? Nothing.
A friend of the retriever variety just learned she’s got a problem. With melanoma.
What can I say? What can I do? I know melanoma doesn’t have a happy ending for the most part.
It’s sad. Thank you for caring.
If you search around this blog you might find several mentions of our friend Edgar. I only met him recently as I’m still a newcomer around here. But no matter how long I knew him, I knew he was a kind and loving Scottie.
He passed. Passed over the rainbow bridge to a place with no cancer, no pain and no sadness.
We’re the ones left with sadness. I’ll miss you Edgar. My Peepstress says you were special.
And I believe her.
I had such a good time on Howloween. I was a bat and gave out treats for my furiends. It was pawsome. Tell me what you did on Howloween.