We suffered a loss yesterday out here JOTOLR. And we've been trying to piece the puzzle together as to what actually happened.
We believe this is the answer: two titans were felled in the same incident: a huge ancient Maple tree in our front yard decided to topple over in the middle of the night --the same night the bat got in--and our five-year-old Great Pyrenees, Torre, must have come to investigate the noises being generated by the tree's process of collapse.
The tree fell on Torre and broke his back. He managed to crawl back to the barn --his house. He died yesterday afternoon and there was nothing we could do for him. We spent last evening digging his grave in hardpan, out in the field he guarded so vigorously.
So, my other photos, today, are posted simply in memory of him, as a tribute to his power (he was soooooo big!), his love for us, and his unmeasured adoration for MM --which in Torre's mind, stood for Main Man. Goodbye, Torre... We'll miss you, gentle polar bear.
If anyone knows of a young Great Pyrenees male not too far from Southern West Virginia that needs a home, please let me know.