Aw, I'm so sorry.
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm so sorry, David, JZ, & Matilda.
In a separate post, I wanted to share this essay, which Javachik shared elsewhere: "Baseball, barbecue and losing freedom this Fourth of July." It's an incredible piece. [link]
We put Prubs up to Marcie, and Prubs was vocalizing the way pigs do when they call to each other. Basically the "where are you?" call.
How's Matilda?
Sobbing.
I'm sorry, David.
Awww, it's so rough to let go of a pet.
Oh, I'm so sorry about Marcie. Poor pigs and family.
So sorry, Zmayhems.
Prubs groomed Marcie for a bit. Then we put Marcie in the carrier. We'll find a corner for her in our new back yard.