The white blankets are folded on the green couch in the
fireplace room. A football and a Frisbee lie on the side lawn. The washing
machine whines away in the basement while upstairs two empty beds wait to be made.
There’s a different kind of quiet in the house this
afternoon while I write this final blog entry. Bailey is sleeping on the
kitchen floor and has had dreams with small cries and gentle barks.
Maybe he’s thinking about chasing the Frisbee with the boys? We’ll never know.

We wish them well and send our love... always.