Another capture from Gibson Park. Wish the little would have held just a bit more still.
such beauty to greet me this morning. Heading out on my way to Helena. The Highwoods were beautiful.
My granddaughter lost her precious little kitty, Bandit, yesterday. He had been sick for a few weeks with a mysterious ailment that the veterinarians never figured out. Autoimmune Anemia was the final diagnosis. He died here at home with my daughter-in-law and me, so he wasn’t alone or in a strange place. It is really hard for my 9 year old granddaughter to lose her sweet kitty. She buried him last night.
