a dingo ate my baby

so sad and so true. little grey was taken by a coyote in the wee hours last tuesday morning. it was awful, but i thought friends of grey should know. there was some monumental sobbing and me gathering little bits of fur which i now, sadly, have in a snack-size ziplock. so, remember her sweet soul and the many lessons she taught us, like "it feels good to poop outside" and "don't get eaten by a coyote".

little grey with a caterpillar friend

p.s. sometimes god works in mysterious ways. and by mysterious, i mean crappy.