I decided to work through my grief about Mojave by baking a pear torte in his honor. Dukie thinks I’ve succeeded.

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I decided to work through my grief about Mojave by baking a pear torte in his honor. Dukie thinks I’ve succeeded.

My beautiful blonde buddy left us, of all days, on 9/11. He was acting listless late in the afternoon, and my wife and I rushed him to emergency care along with Duke. By 2:30 the next morning, the three of us headed back to our car without him. We had all said our good-byes, and we had laid hands (and paws) on him as he passed from this world to the next.


Here’s quite a divergence: the concept of the ideal number of children to have, and the actual number of child folks are having. (Of course, the folks society LEAST wants to reproduce are having gazillions of brats, whereas those best able to support for them, care for them, and teach them strong values, have maybe one or zero).
