I was planning a big post on our dogs and their lives and how, incredible they were. But I couldn’t do it. My heart is still too fragile and I miss them so much. I did pick a few pictures. My daughter used to do dog agility with both of them. They loved it. Every afternoon after school she dedicated her time to her dogs. And when they weren’t with her they were going on 2 miles wheelchair runs with me or snuggled up. Our beds were their beds. I was out walking today and met a man who was walking a yellow lab. He told me that he didn’t have a fence and his dog was an outside dog who was in a pen. My heart just sunk. I said, “So he lives in prison.” And I couldn’t believe I said it. Then I spent the next 20 minutes telling him how important walking the dog and just putting up a cheap farm fenced area so the dog could at least run. My heart broke for the dog. But that is how I am. After I left the man I saw a beetle walking across the road. It was missing his front left leg. But he was hobbling along. I told him I understood his frustration. I was going to sit and make sure he made it across the road. A man in a golf cart zipped past and said, “Protecting that beetle are you?” Which I found so endearing that he noticed the beetle too!
Here are a few pictures of my dogs. There was no pen for them. They knew freedom!
If you turn the volume up you can hear what Jessy thought about his life. He told us every day all day!