A year ago today, my husband and I mourned the passing of our Old Man, the mighty Nim Nim.
He was a part of our lives for 15 of his 21 years.
His rescued heart always readily showed its gratitude. He was always there--in my studio as I painted, sitting next to me as I wrote, getting me up at the crack of dawn howling incessantly for his stinky wet food. Boy, did he LOVE his special food...
I miss him!
This week marks the end of my research. Then, I need to set aside about a week to finish up the chapters. Little by little, the book marches towards completion.
A dinner at the Altnaveigh awaits me....
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