What I learned in loving and caring for Barley | The day Barley died, the crows were everywhere. Some hours after the kind and gentle vet came to help Barley transition to the spirit world, Patti and I went out for a walk in the nor’easter with its pouring, blustery rain. Exactly the kind of weather Barley loved.
Becoming Kin
Becoming Kin
Becoming Kin
What I learned in loving and caring for Barley | The day Barley died, the crows were everywhere. Some hours after the kind and gentle vet came to help Barley transition to the spirit world, Patti and I went out for a walk in the nor’easter with its pouring, blustery rain. Exactly the kind of weather Barley loved.