Now don’t freak out, anybody! I’ll tell you right up front–the story has a very happy ending.
It looks like otters live in family groups featuring three generations. Gee, we humans used to do that. My family was like that. We lived in different houses, but spent so much of our time together, it was just about the same as if it were all one big house. I miss that.
That’s the sweetest thing I’ve seen in quite a while. I agree, I really miss having family nearby.
That was exactly the way it was in my family. On both sides, mom and dad. We all gathered together very often. I miss it, too.
Growing up, we had cookouts in our yard and relatives visited frequently. It’s all gone now.
Aww, I almost cried. So glad you told us there’d be a happy ending.
So happy he found hid family.
Such tragedy and such joy.