Update: Brown Butter's Passing
Brown Butter is no longer of this world. On Saturday morning, my road dog and I woke up to the horrific sight of her tangled and dangling from a willow tree. Dead. I know that we did our best to keep her safe; we were vigilant and careful, but still failed. When I first decided to take her along with us, I said that I'd be responsible for her. I failed her. I failed to protect her. I failed to keep her safe. I failed to give her the many years of love and happiness that she deserved. I failed. I brought her along in the first place because she was a stray. She was a very affectionate creature. She craved warmth and affection. Each night, she'd curl up at my chest. Each day, she'd jump from the mattress I was on to the pull out couch my road dog was on. Making her rounds screaming for pets and scratches. The owner of the farm was too busy, even for his own favourite cat. The clowder of cats running around there received little attention. It just broke my heart to think...