That’s the subject of the email The Man just sent me. So of course I opened it right away.
Then I read Duke’s love letter to his family on the day he died. Meet Duke.*
I read this, and I cried remembering the day that we had to put my first dog, Scruffy, down just over 5 years ago. I remember his last meal of chicken nuggets and french fries from McDonald’s, and the last walk we took where, halfway back to the house, he stopped, sat, and looked up at me. I carried him the rest of the way home.
I know some people think that dog owners are crazy and I know some people I work with and know must think I’M crazy since we got Abby. That I’m obsessed and over protective. And I don’t care. I love her, and Loki, and Luna. They MAKE us crazy, and make us laugh, and comfort us, and fill our hearts more than we could imagine. Make fun of me all you want.
* You may want to grab the Kleenex before you read this.
Restoring Life 