When we lost Maggie last year, I was adamant I didn’t want another dog.
The pain and sense of loss is still there after four months, but both of us have been thinking about her, Barney, and Kizzy, and talking about dogs I had before Hubby and I got together. He is missing her too, and like me expects to see a nose poke round the door when we open the fridge, and that little bit of cheese that doesn’t quite get grated is no longer a treat for a furry face.
Photos February 2019, shortly after her 14th birthday.
As far back as I can remember, there was always a dog in the family. As a child, we had a cat too, but dogs have always been my preference. My Dad was wonderful with all animals, and he always said to let a dog come to you rather than…
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