November 26, 2004
Trout Lodge
DAY 162
I'm very sad today. Toby is dying. He's still with us, as I type this at supper time, but just barely. I have begun to grieve the loss of my little buddy of 17 years.
I made it through my work assignments today somewhat on auto-pilot. A couple of sessions of archery, then I took care of the boathouse for the afternoon. Signing bicycles and sports equipment in and out, repairing fishing rods, assisting with docking arrivals of the pontoon tour boat, etc..
This morning we attended the "teddy bear tea party" where our WorkCamper friend Julie played Mrs. Santa Claus.
DSK
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