On The Death of a Pet:

Hi Friends,

I’m sorry that I have been absent for so long. I know you will understand when I tell you that the Pug dog, Lady Short as she was known here, (Or Abby as she was named by Mountain Man so long ago.) has died.

She needed 24 hour care in the last weeks. And for a dog as likable and loving as she was, it was not a chore.

We had her for thirteen and a half years. And her remains are interred in the Oak Grove to the west of the house.

Although never a mother herself, she mothered and protected all smaller pets that came into the house. She would help Mountain Man by collecting sticks and twigs whenever he worked on the wood pile, a trick she came up with herself, and by helping Mountain Man through many a life trial. They were inseparable.

The empty space in our lives since her death has been enormous. And Lady Short, the Dashund still does not understand what has happened. For now it is sad days in our house, but we will overcome and love a new dog when the time comes.