Strangely, I've been sadder and a little tearful the past few days thinking about Heath than I've ever been. Why is that? Maybe because I can remember my own 30th. I've never been a "fan" of any particular actor, ever. Never have been caught up in any form celebrity worship, except when I was a teen I worshiped Bowie. People die prematurely and unexpectedly everyday, and I feel sad for them and their families, but it can't compare with how I feel for Heath and his family and friends. I know I'm not alone in this, but still I just don't understand why this grief is present and still fresh after all this time. It makes me feel like I'm some weirdo.
Anyway, after that confession. Today I went to a dog show! I spent most of my time there with an old acquaintance for 20 years ago who breeds and shows beautiful and sweet tempered Rhodesian Ridgebacks. I've been hemming and hawing about getting a Ridgeback since I've know her, and she has a new litter of puppies! They're 5 weeks old and I'm going to visit them in a couple of weeks. If I get one, which seems likely, I will not name it Heath!
I'm thinking "Fluffy" or "Cuddles".
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