Last week was a really rough week. I lost Duncan on the 18th. Then I lost Picasso on the 21st. I don't know how old Duncan was, but he had been with me for 8 1/2 years. He was not comfortable and he had arthritis. He had had a stroke. When it became quanity over quality, I let him go and it hurt like hell. I am still crying.
Picasso was 20. He was born at my house on my bed. He quit eating and drinking, so I let him go. I did not sleep for about a week and I am still catching up. For the first time in my adult life, I only have 2 dogs and 1 cat. It sure is lonesome at my house now. It is never easy to let them go. I will look for and listen for them for a long time.
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