It has been said that bad things come in threes. What is the time frame? Within a few days? That could be said after any third bad thing. My third bad thing was I had to finally put down my beloved dog, Schatzie. She was a good dog, loved my kids as they grew up, was a clown and a clever hunter of bugs. She is deeply missed. I am going to spread her ashes in the garden, her favorite place to hunt. This photo was taken a couple of months ago, sitting with me in the shade out back.
May she rest in peace.