Sunday, January 11, 2009


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.


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.