6 Years Gone

Zeke died six years ago today. I still miss him, but time moves on.

I haven't kept up with this blog, I know. I'm not sure how many people besides me even look at it, but I need to be better about taking pictures of Kona and Moxie and keeping those memories someplace other than my addlepated brain.

Two Years Gone

Moose died two years ago this Saturday. He is still missed.

Moxie and Kona continue to gambol along. Although Kona nearly died Sunday when he managed to pull down a fresh-baked loaf of sourdough bread and eat half of it.

Because I was going to kill him.

Dog Bagel

Moxie has decided that Kona's bed pad -whatever we put down on his frame- is an alternate toilet for her. So we've been leaving it bare for the last couple weeks. The fabric is slung above the floor so it provides some padding, but Kona's decided the sofa is better.

Now, he's not allowed on the furniture, but I gotta admit he's pretty cute. And he's trying not to take up TOO much space.

The eye-shine from the flash is just a Halloween bonus.

Four Years Gone

Zeke died four years ago this past Saturday. I suppose the fact that I wasn't moved to post this immediately is a sign that the grief is not so intense any more. Kona and Moxie are both doing well, and hopefully will be with us for a long time yet.

She's very comfortable with herself.

Moved the rope to the apple tree in anticipation of tearing down the jungle gym.

Kona vs. Snowzilla 2016

Kona doing his best to romp in the early AM hours of Saturday the 23rd, during the massive blizzard that hit DC/MD/VA.

Moose: One Year Gone.

Moose died a year ago today. He is still loved and missed. Moxie is adorable and a good cat, but –like Kona with Zeke– a new friend isn't really a replacement for the ones that leave. 

Rest in Peace, my friend.

The big four point oh

Kona is four years old now. He's still pretty much the same goofball he's always been, but that's OK. He rarely fails to get a smile out of me. His earnestness is fairly unstoppable.