The Chicken has come home to Roost.....I mean Gully ; )
I picked Gully up at the Vet this afternoon on my way home. When I walked in the door I set his little albino cube on the floor and Tater ran over and started wagging her tail and licking the box. She was all smiles. I'm glad he's home. I have a little bathtub stopper of Gully with a life preserver on and it floats around the bubbles in the tub. I am going to put it on top of his ashes until I can find the perfect container. I don't want it to be too perfect. You hear about people's houses getting broken into and Grandma ends up at the pawn shop. Kevin made cheeseburgers in his honor. He loved cheeseburgers. We took Tater down to the river over the weekend and I collected driftwood to make a little odd fence out of and daddy Kevin walked baby all over the riverbanks. They are playing ball right now. Gully is eating very big peanut butter cups and humping something. Perhaps a heavenly tree stump. Or a passing angel.
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I am glad you are home where you belong!