counting downSpringMarch 20th, 2016Spring has sprung!
Max was many things, but he was not much of a cuddler. He loved people, but he was happy to have some distance between himself and anyone but a few. He would put his head on my lap, push himself … Continue reading
I really didn’t want to love this little terror. I didn’t want to open myself up to this pain, this searing, unending pain, this loss that doesn’t get better with time, not again. And then they put him in my … Continue reading
Almost ten weeks ago, we let Max go. Tomorrow we bring home Maverick. I’m still grieving. I still look for Max everywhere, in the family room on his rug, in the kitchen in front of the sink, where he always … Continue reading
Max will always be first – in my life, in my heart, in my soul. He will always be my beautiful boy, the one I promised I would never leave. He didn’t like to share, his toys, his food, his … Continue reading
And he’ll be coming home in a few weeks. My empty, aching heart spoke last week, asked a friend where she got her dog. She gave me the name of the breeder, I called and he has a litter. We … Continue reading