Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this daughter of York; And all the clouds that low'r'd upon our house. In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

August 20, 2016

In Fort Benton, Montana, there's a tribute to a dog who waited vigil for his master to return, by train, after he passed. .  My husband traveled a great deal for business, I realize I'm waiting to dash off to an airport and pick him up....with the moments sudden disbelief....that I never will again.

....like loyal Shep.....I'm never going to get over this.....



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