…and I’ll say it again. I should have married a vet. When Blondie went to her doctor to cross the Rainbow Bridge, her vet brought a homemade scone in for her and I got to feed it to her as we prepped her and her medicine for the final journey. She went out in mid-chew with a mouthful of food and a roomful of love. It’s the way I want to go… the food perhaps even more than the love.