Got up at 6am to start coffee this morning and looked out the front door when I let the dog out, there lies Louie, our 20 year old Clyde, dead. He came in during the night (they had been out grazing all night), found a soft pile of old hay to lay down in, and never even kicked, just died. He'd been in at about 8:30 when we fed them all supper, and was doing great. Bright eyed and the typical character he always was. He tried to follow Kate into the house when she carried a sack of grain in from the car.
Kate has had him since he was just 2, and he's been a real fixture in her life since then, and in mine since I met her.
He's the one in the pic below (our wedding announcement) with his head over our shoulders....typical Louie.
Been a bleary eyed, rainy, shitty day around here......
Kate has had him since he was just 2, and he's been a real fixture in her life since then, and in mine since I met her.
He's the one in the pic below (our wedding announcement) with his head over our shoulders....typical Louie.
Been a bleary eyed, rainy, shitty day around here......