I would say this was the worst Columbus Day I've ever had to deal with. It's still so raw to me. Making the ultimate choice and sacrifice to allow my baby, Virginia Woof, die in my arms Monday Morning. Shy 12 days of being 17 1/2. A piece of me died that day. This is the first time since 1973 that I haven't had a puppy to come home to. And in all those years, I only owned (or rather they owned me), 4 dogs. Boy they all lived happy happy long lives and each one of us was blessed to have each other in our lives. I ordered a fleece throw yesterday with a collage of various pictures of them on it. I can snuggle with that each night knowing that they are just in another dimension all playing with each other and waiting until the time I join them. I don't plan on getting another dog because I really want to sell my house in 5 years and move onto a cruise ship. Before I can sell, I have to rip up the carpeting and have the cement bleached, then I want to put down fake wood flooring. Much easier to deal with. And that's my baby step for today♥♥♥
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