I am just so sad to say I have lost my most loyal sewing buddy. Wyatt, who thought it was his special job to provide companionship as I played in the sewing room, is no longer with us. It seems that quite without our knowing it, he had developed a very aggressive cancer. (We have since learned it is sometimes referred to as a “silent killer” because by the time symptoms appear, it has reached critical mass). So, completely without warning, and far too soon, he is gone.
We are going to miss him terribly but, at the same time, we feel both blessed and grateful for all the love and joy he brought into our lives. As our son said, “He was the perfect dog.” We certainly felt so. And my sewing room sure felt lonely when I visited it this morning . . . .