Yesterday was tough. I kept looking at the couch for my pal, and she was not there. I tossed and turned all night, tried to get warm, but the big hairy kid was gone. She is in a better place I supposed, although life a the Klein house didn't suck. Elvis the wonderdog, 12 years old and a spry terrier, senses a difference. More food for him and a lot more attention. Still lonely for a blind dog in the house all day. He will be fine. Got to the gym after having the Raisin Bran. I might try to BBQ tonight. Pretty weather for late February. Didnt need the $500 burial fee, but that is the cost of a big dog I guess. More later..
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
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I'm really sorry about your loss, Allan. Hang in there. Each day will be easier.
Karen
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Hi Allan: Popping in after a long absence and very sad to hear about your puppy. Hope the month since your last post has gone well.
Miss you,
Gina ;~}
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