Contrary to popular superstition, 13 has always felt like a lucky number for me, so I am very excited to be entering 2013.
While 2012 was filled with amazing horse encounters and experiences, it ended with great sadness on New Year's Eve, when my beloved kitty Clover died unexpectedly. Clover's little buddy Goblin is still looking for him and missing their daily wrestling matches. Clover was the best farm kitty and greeted everyone with hugs and purrs. He was always sitting in the driveway when we arrived home, no matter how long we had been away. Perhaps he was guarding the property, or he somehow knew we were coming and was waiting to greet us. If we were outside, Clover was always nearby waiting for any opportunity to be petted or treated. There is a huge hole on the farm without that big beautiful orange tabby cat.
You are greatly missed,
Tovie & Goblin
