I know your heart is broken Vicki....I believe our loved ones, fur or skin, never truly leave us...they are always with us in some way shape or form. I visited my fathers gravesite the other day...it was cold out...I swear I felt his hand across my cheek, like a warm wind. It gave me a sence of peace. She is still with you Vicki, she knows she was loved and loved you right back...the evidence was her running through the door.
RIP Sweet Baby. |