I’d written recently of my loss of Afer E Granny, my “heart”.
When it rains, it pours – I lost Omaha, my “soul”, last night. Perhaps they were meant to make this journey together. Perhaps the powers-that-be just felt as long as I was grieving, best dump everything on me at once. I don’t know, but my heart aches and my home feels empty and life isn’t the same without them.
I never knew Omaha healthy, nor has anyone I know. He was admitted to the shelter with leg/hip injuries and potential neurological damage. So, I have difficulty imagining him running free now – but I’m sure he is.
Omie da Great
Life of the Lintee Bean 