One of my Twitter friends put her cat to sleep tonight, and I am overcome with sadness. Is it grief? Will it always be grief? Riley died in October of 2014, about two and a half years ago. Roxy died in May of 2013, coming up on four years ago.
An old dog died in the book John is reading right now (a book I read about 6 months after Riley died). It choked him up to read it and me just knowing he was at that part.
Howdy and Daisy are getting up there in years and have their own health problems. (I know Mom and Dad are worrying about it – I’m not trying to bring you guys down. Sorry about that.)
Corey and Christine got a puppy. Christina and Will got a puppy. Mel’s dogs aren’t old yet. Jess’s dogs aren’t old yet. There’s time.
We’re pretty sure we’ll get another dog when we settle down, but every once in a while I wonder if I can go through that again. John, too. We miss having a dog, but we miss our dogs.