…and now I sit here crying. Sure miss you my sweet girl. I don’t say it a lot, but it’s true never-the-less. I look at the big photos and artworks that I have of you every day. And I stop by your urn without much thought and give you a little rub or pat and tell you I love you. It is so not the same as having you squished up next to me sleeping. Sweet muzzle resting on my belly or arm. I don’t think anyone else will ever cuddle with me as well as you did.
Remember this? Your vacation to Savannah. That was a pretty good time.
Puppy dog eyes for treats… (you were only about a year and a half here)
And Baby B cuddles…
Love you sweetpea!