Goodbye to Finnegan the Great

Finnegan the Great, Protector of our Realm,

left us this afternoon surrounded by his family who had loved him for almost 14 years.

We will never again get to cuddle with him or feel his sweet kisses. 
No more wake-up 5 a.m. calls from him so that he could go out and make sure there were no miscreants in the yard.

The sofa will be too big now without him in his spot at the end of my feet.

Who will tell us when it is time to go to bed?

Who will protect us from the big, bad world now that he is gone?

My heart is utterly broken.

Finnegan the Great - March 11, 2017

Goodbye, sweet baby.

Pesky Critters

"It's mighty cold weather, you've been braving.  

Is it more winter or is it spring that you're craving?"

Well, I know what my answer is to that and it's certainly NOT more cold.  But apparently that pesky Punxatawney Phil, cute as he may be, decided that we would have 6 more weeks of winter today.  Interesting, since this weekend is supposed to be mild and, by Monday, we'll be 20 degrees over normal.  The local weather guy actually laughed about Phil seeing his shadow.

In other critter news, Finn the Cranky, after which this blog is named, had to go back to the vet today. He is close to 16 now, which is long in the tooth even for a Pomeranian.  He's been having trouble standing and walking and it seems he has arthritis in his spine.  An x-ray shows a narrowing around his spinal cord so, in essence, he has what I had 2 years ago.  Poor little guy!  Much resting on the sofa and steroids are in his future.

Doesn't seem like there's a lot of complaining going on.  I think I'll join them until the nice weather gets here.