We lost our beloved doggie one year ago (August 27th to be exact) he was 14 years old. That's him up there in the sun. That's how I like to remember him. The kids have just recently started asking for a new pup, which I often find strange. After he died, they never asked. We were all so devastated , but I thought the kids would start asking right away, for which I was prepared to tell them that we needed to wait a little bit. I never had to have that conversation. I guess they were still grieving for our Cody and knew in their hearts that he could never be replaced so quickly. So many nights after Cody died, little man cried himself to sleep as I held him. He was so close to Cody, they were buddies. It's hard to explain any death to children, let alone a pet that they played with, were comforted by when they were sick like a snuggle buddy and brought them joy and smiles everyday.
So maybe it's time? I really miss the sound of little doggie nails on the hardwood floors, always a friend to greet you when you come home and curling up on a rainy day with soft fur tickling my face.
