The storage room gets an extra door, an added measure of security.
Yeah, right! A typical and utterly splendid sunrise at False Bluff.
Pogo, a 'stumpy' manx, was my companion for more than twenty years. She died at home beside me on May 31, 2012. Pogo grew so weak, so quickly, that it was clear her death was close and right. Independent even for a cat, Pogo enjoyed affection on her own terms, but always wanted to be nearby. She shared the dog door with her chum, Emma, and came and went as suited her fancy.
No more.
Pogo is buried in the wildflower garden where she used to nap near a clump of coral bells. Dr. Nan Jack of Church Hill Animal Hospital attended Pogo at her end.
