Mojave Deserted

a departure from the usual charts as I say good-bye

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 nex…