A year and a couple months ago I lost my Pitt Bull , Chewy after 18 years. I was devastated. And then a horrible tragedy took my 6 month old Marley ( my first Yorkie ) from me. I never thought I'd smile again in all truth. But right now I've got Marleys sister, Izzy lying in crook of my arm and a sweet sumo sized Yorkie, Toby, at my feet curled up in the dog bed with my grumpy cat, Chunk Master Flash... And a new little girl joining our circus on the fifteenth of July. And I couldn't be more content. If it weren't for Izzy and Toby, I would probably still be a terrible mess emotionally. But it seems these little creatures don't leave much room for sadness to get too comfortable. One trip around the sun and everything is a little brighter now. |