I must mention one more thing. It may not be the last I speak of Gronk during my mourning period, but I have to mention it either way:
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Gronk Gronk. Day 517.
Because he was a mixed-breed, I thought we would have more time with him.
Over eleven years earlier, Hurricane Irene threatened to hit us pretty hard. It was August 2011. I was with the fire department at the time, waiting for a call about a downed tree or a hole in someone’s roof. The storm began to calm so I took a nap.
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Rest in peace, Gronk.
Vet Appointments, the Animal Kind. Day 288.
The cats and dogs are about to be due for their veterinarian appointments, and it grants me with heavy anxiety.
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Teresa Forester Adams 