Pops, He did it His Way….
Well, it is inevitable in the grand scheme I guess. We begged, coerced, bribed and grovelled for him to leave the orchard and round out his days with some support and being catered to. Almost had him a few times but he’d always crawfish at the last second, his contract with his German Shepard and all. Contract we’d ask? To him it was though, Chester did guard duty and in return, he ate what he ate and slept in the house at night.
Pops had an event in the middle of the night and after day 2 of no calls answered, thank goodness the cops didn’t let our daughter in the house. 87 is a pretty good run all in all. Chester is going to a gorgeous farm in Enderby and now to dismantle 58 years of “ this could be useful” . Kinda numbing but we knew it was getting closer. RIP Pops….
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