Farmer H called me around noon on Friday. That's rarely a good thing. Usually something has broken, and will cost money, or take up a lot of time.
Also, I am suspicious that he was AT THE SENIOR CENTER, because I heard women talking in the background. He better NOT have been there, eating up Chicken and Dumplings, when I'd packed a lunch for him at his SUS2.5, and he had used FRIDAYS as an excuse not to get me a Reuben Sandwich a couple weeks ago!
Anyhoo... Farmer H had some sad news:
"If you don't see Copper Jack today, don't worry. Neighbors had him put down." [That in itself seems worrisome to me! But I guess it's the fact that his disappearance is no mystery.]
"Did they put it on Facebook or something? How do you know?"
"One of the ladies at the Senior Center is good friends with Neighbor Gal, and said she wanted her to tell me."
"Well, that is very sad. I knew he was hurting, because he doesn't even come up on the porch for treats any more. And he could hardly get around. I thought it was from his back problem, like before, when he limped a few weeks and got better."
"She said he had cancer. I don't know where. But they didn't want him suffering, and had him put down."
"I just saw him yesterday, under the cedar tree, on my way up the driveway. I'll miss him. He's been over here for so long. It will really hurt little Jack. Now he has no one, with Pupsie AND Copper Jack gone."
"I know. We'll look for another one. The guys out here always said, 'That's Neighbor's dog, but he lives at Farmer H's house!'"
Copper Jack will be missed. At least he's not hurting anymore. He was a good dog, even though he was not ours.
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