More change

I wasn’t expecting him to last through the summer, but I had hoped he would make it until Tuesday when I would see him and say good-bye. My dear, sweet Pokey. He was old (14 years) and ready to go, I just wish I could have said good-bye. Thankfully he was not in pain and I did not have to make the decision to take him to the vet. Still, my parents’ house will be less the same now without his presence there. The picture is from three years ago, but that is how I will remember him: full, regal, beautiful, and loving.