The hole they leave is too big. The coldness of a home without a nose shoving its way into your hand, a tail thumping on the floor and causing a drought, the lack of someone to say hello to when you come in (dog, not husband). It’s too much. I find great comfort in thinking of my late furry friends running together in the meadow over the Rainbow bridge, in their prime, happy, painfree, but waiting. Waiting for me/us to join them. And in the meantime I have my four here. And when they go, I shall look to Rescue an older dog, to give love and friendship and care too. Oldies together.
Think about it. It will help you. Run free, Dave.
Think about it. It will help you. Run free, Dave.