Taking notes along the way
It’s been almost a week since King passed. Time goes so quickly. I was picking through photographs, and found my favorite picture of him. Dad was still alive, which means it was taken in Fall 2001 or 2002, which in turn means that King was either 8 months or a year and a half old. Read More …
Thanks to all of you for the kind words and good wishes. Memories. King used to follow me all over the house. He would lie in the hallway so he could watch me make the bed or fold laundry, or lie in the dining room and watch me work in the kitchen. He’d lie flat Read More …
He’s gone. The day started fine. He was a little slow, but more old-slow than sick-slow. Then things went downhill, just as they did on the day he first presented. He seemed spacey. Stood as though something would break if he moved too quickly. His gums were pale. I took him to the emergency clinic. Read More …