Boomer on the “forbidden” bed at Grandma’s house. He looks so concerned. 🙂
I’ve been looking through photos to select the ones I want to include in the write-up I’m preparing for our therapy dog organization. Grief is a strange thing. It’s taken me two months to get to a place where I could finally look at pictures of Boomer without crying. Then, I absolutely lost it when I ran across the above photo.
Once the tears dried, I continued looking at my pictures and smiled when I ran across various photos of my former quality assurance supervisor and quilt shop hop buddy.
This chapter of my life with dogs closes as a new one begins.
Enter one highly energetic young Labradoodle named Sadie, who came for a visit and ended up a permanent member of the pack.
