Blogging About Bicycling In Bombtown and Points Nearby, New Mexico
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
Whether it was catching frisbees several feet in the air while effortlessly gliding across a field, running alongside the mountain bike, pacing my slow and agonized running, or just sitting there asking me what the hell I was thinking, this guy was a priceless gift from some higher power. Today he is gone, a victim of old age, kidney disease, and neuropathy. This should not happen to such a kind and gentle soul.
To paraphrase that bicyclist blessing, may the dog treats always be plentiful, may the cats worship you, and may the fields open endlessly before your effortless gait. Goodbye, Cash. I've not quite figured out life without you.