My husband left with our daughters a few minutes ago to feed the homeless. A tradition we started last year. I've always said I wanted to do that but never found where to go.
Before they left this morning my husband headed out the door around 9 am with a flyer in hand. I didnt even ask. He came back in tears and he could barely talk. You see lastnight another woman called and said the same thing about the girl walking a dog on their street. So to confirm once and for all, my husband went and knocked on their door this morning at 9! The parents talked to him and the little yorkie came up to my husband being super friendly and layed down on her back so he could pet her...yes its a female. So for sure once and for all that is not Cookie. I know my husband wants to be a hero and give me the biggest surprise walking in the door with Cookie in his arms. He's already my hero for how he's been with me for 19 yrs. I think now my husband is the one who is breaking down because reality is sinking in. So I'm home waiting for 11 ish to put the turkey in the oven. I'm ok during the day but at night it hits me hard and even with a sedative I woke up lastnight several times. I keep having this feeling or dream that Iwill wake up and find a small crate in my front door with Cookie in it wagging his tail along with a taped piece of paper that says Sorry on it.
I will check in later.
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