Two months ago our 7 year old little bundle of enthusiasm wrapped in the package of a shaggy haired small version of a black lab, suddenly became ill and before we could even get a diagnosis, Shadow was gone. We called him the "Perpetual Puppy" and it just didn't seem possible that it was his time to go. Our older dog, Smokey, who is almost 10, is still looking for him. So are we.
We buried him in the far corner of our back yard. I planted a special type of very sturdy pansy that will bloom most of the winter on his grave and put a lovely garden rabbit in the middle to keep him company. He loved rabbits.
Two months later I find it hard to write about and almost impossible to discuss with anyone without my eyes welling up.
Any thoughts or experiences to share?
Blessing to all,
Marsha