I walked past Scrubs' burial spot today as we were moving sheep and thought Wow, it looks beautiful. But I also thought: How could he have died in April of 2016? Where does time go?
Oh that dog was such a handful. Such a piece of work. So much energy and time. And yet such a part of my life. Such a BIG part of my life. I wished I could have gotten more time with him, but no matter if I did, he wouldn't be here today.
Today I have three dogs, and I love them all -- especially Arabelle who is my shadow. However, none of them are SCRUBS to me. For my kids, the loss of Ritter will hit everyone hard primarily Sidge. Raven is Abigail's girl. And Arabelle? Everyone will pretend that they don't love her as much as I do, but she is so stinin' smart.
I also took a picture of the sign our friends the Petersen's gave us -- it occupies the short-cut between our house and the grandparents that we buried Scrubs on. Gramps loved him some Scrubs so he had to be buried in-between our two homes.
This world is HARD.
The life is HARD.
But also, so much beauty!
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