Thursday, September 18, 2003
My Precious Puppy
I’ve been talking with my little pooch’s new owners and they say she is doing very well. They say that she is happy, loved and well taken care of. They say she is smart, funny and careful. They tell me about her new toys, or treats or trip to the groomer. They tell me about things she does or won’t do...sigh.
I know. I miss my pooch. I’ve had her since she was 7 weeks old....a tiny, fluff ball of attitude. She tested me from day one but I worked so hard with her, I spent an exorbitant amount of time training her, teaching her, playing with her. She was a well traveled dog. When I drove for a living, she came along for the ride. I took her as many places as I could, showed her as many things as I could, shared as much as I could with her. She was my friend, my buddy, my pal, my companion, my protector, my little angel.
Today I got a pic of her from Mama her new mom.
I know she is in a fantastic family and she will do very well....probably doesn’t even think of me...but I miss her nonetheless.
How can one feel so much pain and feel so happy at the same time?
