This morning we awoke to this magnificent sunrise -- pink over the barn.
It was glorious.
This morning we awoke to one less kitty waiting at the barn door.
It was heartbreaking.
Chippewa - like the river.
Independent.
Coming home.
Always running home.
Your barn waits - home.
This morning under pink...it was you.
Chippewa - like the river.
I make no apologies for falling madly, deeply,
head over heals in love with my animals.
When no one else cares, they do.
When no one else will listen, they will.
As we buried our little Chippewa this morning,
Ralphie watched from his goat bridge.
He will miss him too.
Chippewa - like the river...