For the past couple of months I had been making a lot of coffee at the shop, baking, planning our trip to Seoul, reading, and playing with our animals... just the usual stuff and I love it.
The only sadness was that Nuki passed away. At about age 13-14 he was a trooper. To us and the other animals, he was a teacher, a leader, and a friend. We have missed him dearly.
This is a haiku John wrote on the day Nuki passed away:
Buddha wrapped in a fur cloak
Your new path begins.
You can read John's post here.
And yes I want to blog frequently again!