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Back from Vegas over the weekend, did pretty well, actually didn't eat much. Think I had more calories from the 3 Bloody Mary's and a yum Peach Blossom. Not much of a hard alcohol person, don't like sweet drinks, but when on vacation a morning Bloody Mary hits the spot!
Came home to my little dog having had a stroke while boarded, her 15th birthday was next month. Did the hardest thing of my life wishing her goodbye, held her as she took her last breath, last night was terrible coming home to an empty house instead of a wagging tail.
The last couple of months have been tough, she had been steadily losing ground, couldn't walk very far, had to carry her up and down stairs, most of our usual route. Just trying to entice any food stuffs of any kind, had always been kinda picky but even steak had a nose up.
I miss her terribly, she got me through my divorce with love and attention, a wagging tail, unconditional love (couldn't say that about the EX ever). I miss the morning routine, out at 4:50 am rain or shine for our walk, fed her, gave her treats, looked forward to coming home to her sweet face and wagging tail.
The house feels empty, have to talk to myself now, don't think I can do another animal.
Each day will get easier, I will carry her in my heart forever!
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