oscar boi

We have a long history with that little black and white terrier mix.  He was probably at least five when he came to live with us on the hill to escape the crazy neighbors who were torturing him.  Somebody abused him badly as in cuts on his back.  When I called animal control dude said he couldn't even feed his family much less a dog.  And so, he became ours along with Sammy D and Ellie and multiple cats.  That was about the time that some old guy passed out across the road while picking pecans and fought the EMTs even though he had pissed himself and gone down cold.  He drove through my yard and down the hill to get away and they followed him to the highway.

To love an animal is to do your best to care for them through thick and thin but it always turns out that they die like Betty White and break your heart.  His bed sits empty by the fireplace and he's probably somewhere lost and freaked out by duck hunters and or fireworks people.  It is NYE, after all.   I have taken in and lost two cats just in the one year that I've been here.   There are coyotes and hawks and giant vultures that scoop up the weak ones.  Nature can be cruel.  

Once upon a time Lauren hit a doe up by the dairy barn and she lay there for a few days with her buck keeping watch.  I have no doubt that the deer that still live here are of that family.  It's a no kill zone out here.

I pray that we have a more peaceful year and learn to build bridges and make peace rather than fight about what's right.  If you cannot understand from whence someone came, at least don't be mean.

Keep the faith ^j^