It's been almost a week since I last blogged, and since I left so abruptly some of you have been wondering where I went.
And no doubt some may have feared that I had reread my last post, taken a second look at the burning horror of Harperland.
And decided to get the hell out of here, while the going was still good eh?
But of course I wouldn't miss the collapse of the Con regime for anything.
And the only reason I couldn't write for a few days was because I was mourning this old friend...
Kerouac or Kerry the dog who left me the other day after almost seventeen years together.
The end was horrible. Taking him to the vet to be put to sleep was one of the hardest things I've ever done. And when as I held him tightly, he stopped breathing, if Sébastien hadn't been there to hold me up, I would have collapsed with sadness.
For I loved that gentle dog and we had so many great adventures together...
We played chase the stick in the Atlantic Ocean, the Pacific Ocean off Tofino, and in four of the Great Lakes.
For he was always a beach hound...
Although because he was from Montreal, he also loved the snow.
And made an excellent Christmas
And because he made so many appearances on this blog over the years...
He had friends and fans all over the world as faraway as Japan.
Because that was the best part eh?
Wherever we lived people in the neighbourhood would cross the street to pet him because he was so friendly...
And even the poor sad homeless man in the park would smile when he saw him coming. For Kerry never met a human he didn't like. Or didn't want to greet with a big sloppy dog kiss.
Oh well. Regular blogging will resume
But I'm still so sad.
And I'm going to miss this one forever...
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