Greetings from Minnesota. I think we’ve skipped spring entirely because summer seems to be here. It’s sticky, humid, and we hit 80* this afternoon.
I don’t have a lot to say tonight. Instead, I’m doing a lot of reflecting and feeling rather low.
If you’ve followed along on my blog for the last few months, you probably remember this guy:
Wellington: The Best Dog
We’ve had some closure in the saga of the missing bulldog. JR and his dad found what remained of Wellington’s body today. A few weeks back, I thought maybe it would be better to know for sure what happened. Now, I realize that deep-down, I was still holding onto a shred of hope.
I hoped he’d just wandered too far away, and now he was sharing his love with a family that needed him. Not the case.
There is no more shred of hope, and we’ve got to accept that he really is gone. I promise not to turn into a dreary blogger forever, but when I sat down to write tonight this is all I could think about.
Goodbye Welle. You were a great dog – the best dog, in fact. God truly blessed us when we got you. We didn’t have you for as long as we wanted, but I will always treasure the days you were here with us.
I hope you all have had a brighter day. I’ll be back soon with more tales from the farm and marathon tapering.
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