An Atlanta Urban Food Forest
Monday, September 8, 2014
My little buddy Pogo died today. I found him in the middle of the road near the house clinging to life.
I started noticing him a few months ago, ambling around the neighborhood in broad daylight.
I don't think he could hardly see at all.
He came and went. Once I walked outside and he and two of my cats were all on the front stoop. The cats wouldn't mess with him, they gave him a wide berth.
I knew I'd find him on the road one day. I'm glad I found him while he was still alive.
We buried him today in the backyard and planted a black walnut tree over his grave.
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