Well, the Ranch is in mourning. Rat Dog cashed in her chips. She is now permanently boarded in that great kennel in the sky, where the doggie dish is always full.
Rat had an uncomfortable night Tuesday. T was worried. I was optimistic. I thought she was just "pining for the fjords".
Not so. Around 8:00 am she ran down the final curtain and joined the "choir invisible".
I found a link to a Web site that outlined the seven stages of grief, with helpful tips for moving through the process quickly. I bookmarked it on my cell phone for handy reference. I was able to work through to Grief Stage #7 (acceptance) by around 10:30 am.
T was stuck on #4 for a while but has now moved to #5. She'll be OK by the weekend.
The good news is that we'll be able to walk barefoot in the front yard without fear of stepping in Rat doo doo.
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