Chano and Joy are busy at the farm (planting season).
I went with Ruby to the Palenke to get some flowers...she wants a window box, so we bought some miniture rose bushes.
When I got home, we found our old farmdog, Cocoa, dead. She's has ascites for a few months, and we figure she had cancer (she was at least 10 years old). Lolo and the cook Dita were crying, but I was expecting it... with everyone but us at the farm, I had Dita ask her son, who works nearby, to bury her under the banana trees in the back garden for us. Sigh.
FINEST KIND CLINIC AND FISHMARKET.... Discussing medicine, culture, and the joys of cooking Pansit.
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