The weather is starting to roll in. I am going to get my orders out then start moving things to "higher ground" aka the 2nd story, in my office.
Last night on the way back from play practice the dogs ran out and gathered around the car. They have gotten in this terrible habit of doing it. I slowed down. A lot. I always do. But Flea has gotten so old, blind, arthritic, and deaf and it was dark and rainy... and... I ran over his back side. He was paralyzed and is now gone.
I was there the day he was born. He was our baby before we had babies. He has been there for all 7 of our kids coming into our lives. I am going to miss him a lot. Honestly, he was in such pain every day, but still happy, but I was worried this winter we would have to make the decision to put him down. I was surprised he made it through last winter. But I will miss him. We did get to say goodbye and with the shock his muscles relaxed and he was no longer stiff as a board as he has been lately.
So yeah, I am a emotional wreck on top of getting read of the most likely flooding we will get again. The worry too is the ground has been saturated so long that when the storm winds come in we may lose a lot of trees. Just as I finally got the debris from the ice storm 2.5 year ago up.