you go bring in the mail.
And in the mail is a birthday card for Meg from the place we order dog food and a reminder that she's due for a follow up echo cardiogram, just to be sure her medication isn't causing her heart murmur to get worse.
Almost every night I dream that she finds her way home and is waiting on the deck in the morning to be let in. Some nights the dream is so real and I'm so sleep deprived that after I finish feeding Joshua and put him back down I go downstairs just to make sure she really isn't there.
I miss her so much.
4 days ago
:'( I'm sorry.
ReplyDeleteOh gosh, Beth. I somehow missed the original post from January 12. I'm so sorry.
ReplyDeleteI still do the looking at certain spots in the house thing three months after our dog left us.
Hugs. I'm sorry. That is so sad. :-(
ReplyDeleteHugs, Beth. I'm so sorry about poor Meggie.
ReplyDeleteMeggie was beautiful. I'm very sorry, sending you hugs.
ReplyDeleteThanks, guys. I know it's going to get easier one of these days. For now I'm just working on reducing the number of times a week I cry about it.
ReplyDeleteIt will get easier one day but in the mean time, give yourself some slack - after all she was family!
ReplyDelete