I approached fostering a dog as kind of like applying Bondo to a dog-chewed window frame, to temporarily fill the hole in my life created when Sammy died. (I am still working on that window frame, Sammy.) Of course I knew no dog would be all that Sammy was to me, but I needed something, and I knew I didn't need it for too long. I saw only a very little bit of Sammy in Dory. And I saw Sammy more easily in my daydreams.
Gosh, I still miss Sammy something bad. And I miss my DH something real bad, too. Thankfully, he will be home soon.
2 comments:
Carol,
You sound sooooo sad, I wish I could give you a big hug right now. I can! I did! I hope you felt that hug as I imagined it!
Love,
JoAnne
Hey Carol - I'm so sorry you're sad. I can't say I know your pain as I've never had a pet (horrible allergies) so I wasn't sure what to say. But I wanted to say I'm thinking about you and hoping that time flys until your DH comes home (which is when?).
Jolene
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