DEATH OF A FRIEND

Glenna, the dog who was supposed to live forever, died this evening. This afternoon she was running around on the beach with Delphi but when we returned home she suffered a seizure and, within the hour, had passed away.



When this year started I had such high hopes. I really thought things were going to go well for me for a change. Instead I have said goodbye to my best ever cat, Henry and my best ever dog, Glenna. How can a poor man stand such times and live?