There's no cure for Audrey's absence, as you know, but I can't think of a better salve for a broken heart than a pup named Buttercup. 💙

This is precious! I'm so sorry you had to say goodbye to your precious pup over summer. I trust her spirit will walk with you through the holidays, which are always so hard after such a heavy loss. 💙

What a lovely autumnal photo, Janet. 🧡 Reminds me of one of the most evocative openings in all of British poetry: "Margaret are you grieving over Goldengrove unleaving...." 🍁 Don't wander too far, Little One.

Lovely Maurine! You've some mighty big paws to fill after these years of heavy losses, but I like to believe Robert's spirit guided you to your new home at the allotments. You are safe with Colin and Betty, Janet and Amanda now, and you are already so loved. 💙

What a lovely tribute! He looks like the gentlest of souls. Rest easy in the land beyond the bridge, sweet Bopper, and condolences to all who loved you. 🐾🌈💙

Dear Colin continues to do the work of the angels. 💙 Thank you as always for giving these scared and hungry souls a soft place to land. 💙

Look at these little gnomes; I am in love!

Huxley, you are magnificent! 💙

This is photoshopped, unfortunately, but the message is a good one: be kind and alleviate suffering wherever you might find it.

He's a doll face for sure! Always a good day when you can leave the vet with something better than a hefty bill. 😻

Lucky Amanda, living Browning's dream! 💙

Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England—now!

Oh my goodness, what a precious little soul! 💙

Now we just need Gov Walz to declare Duck Duck Grey Duck the law of the land, none of this Duck Duck Goose crap the other 49 states are peddling. 😄