Sunday, January 11, 2009

Yesterday

was a pretty good day. Bigfoot turned fifteen, I was snowed in for the day, and I got laundry and some tidying up done.

I don't think I'll keep one of the promises I made Bigfoot when he was a puppy, though. He used to jump from the back seat into the driver's seat of the car at every opportunity, and I told him I'd let him drive when he turned 16. If he makes it that far, I'll probably go back on my word.

Please let him make it that far...

I had to edit this to quote Zayrina's comment. "My afterlife will be spent throwing celestial tennis balls."

First of all, thank you, Z.

Second, I love the optimism and the thought behind that comment.

Third, I can picture you doing that with Allie and Ralph and all the rest.

Fourth, thank you again for the hope and the thought and the empathy.

3 comments:

Zayrina said...

Bigfoot has had the best life possible particularly given the circumstances that introduced you 2. He is still healthy and may squeeze out a good bit more time, but when the time comes he will go over the bridge and then wait for you. Then you will have the opportunity to save another life.

I look back on the long line of dogs I have loved and been loved by and know that afterlife for me will be spent throwing celestial tennis balls.

Romantic Heretic said...

*HUGS* Jammies

Sherri said...

Happy Birthday to Bigfoot and hugs to Jammies.

LaGuz will turn 18 this July. We shall see.