Holly was a good dog. She loved belly rubs, hikes with her people, and didn’t care a bit if it was raining. She always remembered me when I came to visit, even that one time we didn’t see each other for like a couple years. Holly still knew that I was good for maybe one more pet. A friend to everyone, even the deer she like to bark at in her people’s back yard.
I don’t normally do this kind of post, but normally, to process grief, I can be around people. So here we are.
Yeah, regularly scheduled programming will resume tomorrow. Or next week, probably.
