I was pulling thistles yesterday...
The beautiful yet painful nemesis of my garden existence.
Anyway, I was pulling thistles and putting them in a pile for Gizmo, they are his favorite.
Then I remember that Gizmo is gone...
I hate that.
Life is just weird around here without the big guy.
This has been on our counter since he died...my kid's little memorial to their friend.
I have spent some serious time looking online for another camel...I know, I'm crazy. But somehow life just doesn't seem complete without one.
How weird is that to say out loud?
"Life is not complete without a camel."