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I have too many dog bowls now.
I have too many collars.
I have too many dog beds.
I have too many blaze orange safety vests.
I have too much room in my house.
I have too many Christmas ornaments.
I have too many signs.
I have too few dogs.
Rest in peace, Rawley. No one could have loved you more than I did.
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Christie, I thought Rawley was going to go home with you and start therapy. I thought your anxiety would soon be calmed. I thought he had a good chance of beating this, of forestalling the inevitable loss we suffer in the end. I thought he would be filling the dog bed, the jacket, out running with or away from Tim. That you would have another half-life with him, seven more years. I wish more than anything that what I thought was what would have happened, for you and him. My daughter lost her big beloved dog just before the holidays. Grief defies description.
Posted by: Darla | 09 January 2016 at 02:54 PM
You have to stop making me cry!
Posted by: Carol Lea Benjamin | 09 January 2016 at 03:14 PM
awwwww.... so sorry Christie.... they have a way of becoming a big piece of our hearts.... condolences to you...
Posted by: Lee Beck | 09 January 2016 at 03:23 PM
Crying.
Posted by: Cynthia Eardley | 09 January 2016 at 04:33 PM
I'm very sorry to hear your sad news. Be seeing you, Rawley.
Posted by: YesBiscuit! | 12 January 2016 at 11:47 AM