The Rainbow Bridge

I am writing this last blog from over the rainbow bridge. I passed there last Friday, March the 9th, 2020.

For more than a year, I was feeling my age. Hips, knees, mind (I had dogzheimer), nerves. I got drugs (Selgin, Rimadyl, SamE), physio (water therapy, laser, etc.) Linda even bought a pool and during the summer I spent 15 min a day paddling around.

But I was getting more and more tired, more and more sad, and more and more in pain.

Wednesday and Thursday I didn’t feel much like eating, found it hard to get up and move, and even going out to pee and poop was an ordeal.

Thank you, Mom, for 12 years of a great life. Thanks for all the tricks, the agility, the cyber-rally-o, the hikes, the visits, the snuggles in beds. I will be looking down on your and remembering the good times.

When you look out the window, and see my little grave and the fig tree you planted, you will remember me. I love you.

Pepper.