Visiting my family farm since they moved back to NS has also meant visiting my brother’s dogs. In recent years that’s meant getting loved up by big old Ayce and sweet, smart Aly. When Ayce passed away earlier this year I felt it, but not like today when my brother let me know Aly was gone. I ugly cried. For a while. Lindsay did too. There was probably some residual sadness from Ayce in there, and almost certainly something left over from Kramer. My heart broke, and broke again for my brother and sister-in-law.

I wish I could have seen her one more time, but like her mom said, she’s back with her best friend now.

I hope there are unlimited squirrels to chase where you are, sweet girl.