A neighbor of mine just lost their dog. A glorious white and tan beauty, he was a true gentleman of a dog. I saw my friend just yesterday and my heart broke as she told me the sad news. It had just happened and she was sad to be outside walking without her companion. She was so so sad and I was sad for her.
Pets bring such joy to life and in the end such sorrow. We know that they don’t live as long as we would like, but we are willing to suffer the inevitable for just a few years of life.
I really believe that pets pick you. There is a special look that the animal you take home gives you. It says “Take me”,and they love you from the beginning. Never will you find anyone more sad to see you leave or happier to see you come home. I think it is unconditional way that they love their owners that makes it so hard to say goodbye.
I always wish that as my animals enter their later years, that I would just wake up one day and find that they have quietly passed. That has never happened and the likelihood that it will is slim.
It is that day that I dread. That day that I drive my animal for the last time.
There have been many trips like that for me and there will be more. Each time I say never again and each time I go back to the Humane Society waiting for another furry face to pick me.
The plesaure far outways the pain and I hope that in time my neighbors pain will fade and only the fond memories will remain.

My tomatoes are growing and doing well. I still don’t have any fruit, but they are at least living. I am hoping that I get something decent.
Once again though you have to make sure that you have them in a really stable place because the topsy turvy hangers get really heavy when watered.
I know that next time I will try to make my own instead of buying the planters. I just succumbed to the ad and the buy one get one free gimmick.