26/08/2025
An unexpected burial tonight for our little Mr Gimpie ☹️ I was hopeful the new wheelchair might see him walk unaided again in spring however he himself may have been tired of trying.
As I asked the kids to pick a plot for him in the garden, we talked about all the pets (dogs, cats, a goose and many chooks) that are resting there.
Im pondering; in animal care, does it ever get easier or does the soul build a resilience to the death roundabout?
All i know is the little faces change, but I don’t (I only get older 👵🏻).
Does it get less sad? No I think the loss is always felt but the realisation that we share such short time with all these creatures becomes more acute, so the tears fall shorter.
We finally buried your busted legs Bibi, now you can fly 🐔
