surlyclown

Buried Aven yesterday. Helped dig the hole by a tree he loved playing in. Dropped in his collar and one of the crinkly balls he loved playing with. (He loved playing fetch with them.) Anyway, he was loved and gave love back, as evidenced by him taking care of his little bro Ragnar.


Rest in Peace, buddy

**I promise the next journal will be less sad, even if I have to make shit up.**