Pleasant company.

For those who might have missed it, our front door played host to a nesting mourning dove family for a few weeks. It was a delight and a pleasure. Here are the three photos I posted to instagram during that time.

Why yes, that IS a mourning dove living over our front door.
Why yes, that IS a mourning dove living over our front door.

Birdy babies!!
Birdy babies!!

And just like that, they're off for life adventures. Be safe, little birds! You were most welcome.
And just like that, they’re off for life adventures. Be safe, little birds! You were most welcome.

Borrowed time runs out.

When you adopt an adult pet, the moment they’re yours, you’re immediately buying time.  An eleven year old Maltese might have another 5 years in him.  Six, if you’re lucky and can afford trips to the Pet ER.

This is the table you’re invited to sit down at when you adopt any animal.  Your new host will let other guests come and take a little bit with them if they leave.  Such is the greed of Illness and Accidents.  Sometimes Lost comes to take your host from the table for a while, but hopefully not for long and not meeting with Accidents on the way home.

Yet, at some point you will have to leave the table yourself, and it’s a hard, sad goodbye.

Yesterday I said my goodbyes to Lester.  He was my sweet, sweet boy, and I won’t ever forget him as long as I live.

Lester on film