I know death is a part of life, and in my fragile hold on this reality at times I know someday I will lose one of my spoiled rotten babies. Just the first time it happens it will tear my heart out, and I will mourn forever, whining about how I miss how they would do something, and it will seem like no other will replace. But then another will come and snuggle up to me - and it'll be alright.
My spoiled rotten babies know they are loved and I know they love me when I wake up to feed me duck kisses lol. And I will be foever grateful that they rescued me and continue to make me laugh. View attachment 1429092
But I'll probably still hunt and tear to shreds if it was a predator.
