For those of you who don’t know, my house burned down on Monday afternoon. It has been a very hectic week, and living in a motel isn’t as much fun as one could hope for.
Having said that, I will also say that I was very lucky. My wife and I were not home when the fire started. We got home to find our house on fire and fire trucks already there. We were worried about our dogs. We have a Westie and a Beagle; and we left them in the house when we went to town. About halfway through the afternoon one of the fire fighters came carrying the Beagle, who was unharmed and very glad to see us. However, by the time the fire fighters were packing up to leave around 7:00 PM we still had not found the Westie. This in spite of the fact that several times I saw a group of fire fighters go into the house with flashlights looking for him.
At that point I left to eat supper. While I was eating supper I decided I had to know one way or another for sure about our Westie, so I resolved to go into the house to find him. When I pulled up to the house our beloved Westie cam running around the corner of the house. Our family was once again complete.
There are many other aspects of this terrible event that I will be blogging about in the days to come. I just want to express my gratitude to all the kind people who have stepped forward to help and to the universe in general for all the good things that seem to be coming out of this disaster.