11/23/2025
Patrick called me Friday evening while I was working…
He said “Rose is laying down in the pasture”.
We’ve talked about her age and lack of body strength alot in the last year. She closed her eyes and ran straight into the gates of heaven, I’m sure.
We were asked to rescue her just weeks after we lost our son, Stihl. The feeling he sent her for us was strong. Hesitantly, Rose Marie joined us at the farm later that week with the agreement she would stay with us until her end, nomatter what. We did just that.
Say a prayer for Harley, it hits her hard & randomly.
Run wild my old girl, run wild. 🖤