Kevin and my dad had a horrible day today. It started off badly because harvest in the field they are in is going rough, a lot of downed corn. It’s taking forever and we’re having to sacrifice some yields. Then the combine broke down. They got going again, but it was just one frustration after another.
After lunch, my dad called.
Cassy, my parents’ German Drahthaar, had been run over with the combine. There was nothing Kevin could have done. Nothing my dad could have done. Just a terrible horrible tragedy.
Cassy died hunting, doing what she loved to do. She was using the combine as a brilliant flusher, scaring up all kinds of critters to hunt. My dad had been keeping her by his side while he was working, to prevent an accident. In a shift of his attention to the task at hand, she started following the combine again, and got in front of it, in the waterway where the grass is tall. To add to the hurt, today is Opening Day of Pheasant Season.
She was a member of the family. An exceedingly hairy family member who cleaned the floor with her tongue and left snog on the windows.
I am so sorry!
I have four critters (not counting the horse!) and know how they can capture your heart.
I’ll be thinking of you guys . . .
I’m sooo sorry Jessica! What a hard day. Hoping and praying the combining goes better tomorrow.
Hugs!
I’m sorry about Cassy, I know how much your dad loves his dogs.
Wow…that was a bad day..your poor men, that must have been a shock.
(can I just say I keep smiling at your comment about the hayride and the girls…how the man was driving at speeds unknown to Deere. Too funny!) thanks for the laugh, hope you’re able to keep smiling after a rough day like this one …..
Thanks for your warm thoughts.
My mom is even more upset than my dad is at this point (which is a lot), and she didn’t even like Cassy that much the first few years.
They had several more breakdowns today–cumulating in my dad getting completely doused with hydraulic oil, but hopefully everything is fixed now…