It was a night like this, 11 months ago, that I took this video. You were 2 months post-amputation, thoughts of cancer were no longer in the front of our mind. I sat on the patio and watched you run. Watched you wrestle with Finchy. Watched you roll on your back.
Things are different now, 11 months later. I’m sitting on the patio. The grass is not green this year, we are in a drought. Finchy is wrestling with Buster- you sent him to us, I know you did (could you teach him to bark when he’s going to have diarrhea in the middle of the night, please?). I still have a paw shaped hole in my heart. I didn’t think it would still hurt this much to miss you, but it does. I can’t believe that next month will mark 1 year since you crossed the bridge. It seems like yesterday to me. Finchy is doing better since Buster came. He is eating again and playing, but he is still scared of thunder and fireworks (and I think he has taught that to Buster as well). I miss you, Chili Dawg.
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