We had a wonderful Christmas, but the last few days have been dark indeed. Our beloved eight-and-a-half-year-old golden retriever Sophie died very, very suddenly on Wednesday at around 6pm. She became suddenly, extremely ill. Although she seemed fine at 1:30pm; by 2pm, she felt unwell but seemed to be resting comfortably for the afternoon. Then, just after 5pm, her status became critical. We rushed her to the vet, but she had already died by the time we arrived. The vet told us that a tumor on her liver or spleen had suddenly burst, causing her to bleed out very quickly. What a shock! Our friend Wendy, who is a vet, told us that in this situation, there was nothing that could have been done to save her.
So Ken and I have been sticking together very closely. We didn't go out at all yesterday, but today we hiked all our trails, crying and laughing, remembering Sophie's antics and quirky habits. Enough said.
Books????? I finished Open by Andre Agassi. What a revelation that memoir was--a remarkable book.
Lately I have been reading art books in the morning, then painting. Real literature doesn't seem to be part of my life in the present, though I'm sure I'll be back on track soon.
Madam, Will You Talk? by Mary Stewart
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