Thank you, all, for commiserating with me about the loss of Cap.
Someone asked about his history. Our son, Gilbert, owned a fine hunting dog, a Brittany. He still owns him, he is two years older than Cap was, and still in good shape. Twelve years ago Sam and I announced to the family that next time we returned from a planned trip, we would go to the pound and adopt a dog. Gilbert said he was going to have the first pick of the puppies that Rusty had fathered. He thought they would be ready to leave their mother by Christmas when we were supposed to visit them in Colorado.
When we arrived late in December we found this beautiful little puppy dog who looked like a smaller version of his father. He was the cutest dog we had ever met. January 4th when we flew back to Washington State he was old enough to travel in a little piece of luggage that fit under our seat on the plane. He remained for the rest of his life a beautiful well mannered dog. Our neighbors loved him as much as we did, and when I moved to this senior center cottage he was again beloved by the people who got to know him. His life changed and he became a more inside dog, but he had his friend to snuggle up to. This friend is now wondering what happened to Cap and he is still searching for him. A neighbor said to me the other day 'do you remember how Cap used to carry Edgar, the cat, by his head all but lost in his mouth. It was at first a scary sight but he never hurt the kitten.
My three daughters arrived last Monday to arrange a Birthday Party for Anna and me. You have never seen such an operation.
All decorations are homemade, the planning for the menu, the shopping, the laughing, the patience has been an experience to observe. Tomorrow is the big day. And then they all leave the next day. It is going to be difficult to see them go, but how lucky I am to have all these wonderful memories to look back on. And then Baseball season will begin and life will be thrilling again.