Two Dogs Died This Summer

I decided to remove the unnecessary dog stuff like collars and bowls and rugs. The rugs were easy enough to wash and find another use for. The bowls were washed and kept, that was a little harder. Jeb was buried with his collar on, but a basket of 5-6 old, dirty dog collars still remained. Also, I found the orange hunting safety fabric and threw it all away except one bandana.  Freddie's collar was in the basket. I didn't make him wear it during the last year or so, it was so heavy. He didn't run any more. So I washed them all and they are in the car headed to Good will. I cried a little and had some ice cream on the front porch. When the bowl was empty, I sobbed.
Zadi sniffed the garage floor, so I headed out with her to the dog graveyard. She went straight to Jeb's grave. It was rasied up a little. It will settle in a few days. Paul digs shallow graves. I dug Freddie's very deep. Zadi and I walked around a bit and went back up to the house. She is so itching this time of year, but I think she is as sad as we are.
I don't write this stfuff on social networks or call girlfriends anymore. I don't keep a paper diary. I did want to say this somewhere.