Most days I'm OK, but it hits me, when I see his pictures, how much I miss him. Such a funny little guy. I knew he couldn't be with me forever, but I tried not to think about it and even now I try not to think about him being gone.
I cried a lot those first couple of weeks, but I feel him with me all the time and that comforts me. I keep asking him to send me another rescue to love and I know he will.
I got an email today that I was approved to adopt from a local shelter and we're heading there on Saturday to meet the pups. One or two caught my eye. I'm excited and anxious at the same time.
Sometimes I wonder if Tim is right and we should enjoy traveling without worrying about pets, but we still have Simon, and I can't imagine my life without dogs anymore. Funny that for over 30 years I had no pets and didn't even think about it but having had these two rescues for almost 9 years, I can't imagine life without them.
So maybe this weekend I will meet my next furry love, and if not, in time I will. He or she is out there waiting for a good home, and I have that as well as plenty of love to give. 💜 No one will ever take the place of my sweet Barney, but thanks to him, I learned the joy of loving animals and I am forever grateful. 💜