You've probably been expecting a post about our turkey hunting trip for weeks now. I apologize, it's coming. I have *still* been tired and--though less nauseas--vomiting more frequently. This is not what I was intending to post tonight. But sometimes, life chooses for us and we go with it.
Except a handful of trips overseas, Osa and I have gone everywhere together.
Yet despite all our rugged outdoor adventures, Osa has always been soft, goofy, clumsy and a touch lazy. It's the part of her that's kept us laughing.
And she's hung in there through our greatest adventure of all:
:: Today, Osa took her last trip. We laid a bouquet of balsamroot flowers on her chest and whispered in her ear, It's okay. You get to go. You get to go.
I think we gave her a good life. And I know we loved the hell out of her.
See you on the other side, old girl.