Monday, April 17, 2017


Alice speaking.... Pabu died in my arms today a bit before 11am. He would have been 18 years old on May 7. He felt the Sun one more time on his head, looked and sniffed at 2 Chihuahuas having a walk and sniff on the street, smelled the soft rain on the air and freshly leafed trees, snuggled in his favorite blanket, and knew he was deeply beloved by his human family. I promised him in Fall 2005 he would never have to survive the death of another human to whom he was bonded hard like his first person, my Grandmother Eleanor "Ellie" M. So, goodbye to my "Furry Uncle" Mr. Pabu. Pabs. I'll work on filling out his story for this blog with past travels and maybe some future ones, too.