All the young'uns picked out their special fireworks and put on a show. On the 5th I piddled in the yard to my hearts content, jumped on the trampoline, swam and just plain forgot about school, work and everything for a day. Niceeeee. Good times.
Sadly, our 17 year old cat, Sassy, is missing.
She never leaves our back deck unless it's to go into the front flower bed to sun.
This summer has been hard enough without my "catdog" April, now the sage old calico?
The deck and yard will seem empty for sure.
Last year our lab, Honey, died; she was fifteen. On the one hand, what a blessing to have enjoyed her company for so long, on the other hand, my youngest three kiddos have never known the back yard without these faithful friends.
E came into the bedroom last night in the middle of the night convinced he heard Sassy calling. Steve got up and they went outside and checked around one more time. We have checked our whole yard, the woods, and the neighborhood; it is a mystery indeed.
Where's Perry Mason or Matlock when you need them?