When I lost Carrie three months shy of her 16th birthday in 1997 (above at in order from top to bottom..at 1 year with her favorite squeaky toy TOTO, age 4 months in bed snuggling with a young me, and age 4 years in the leaves), I thought my heart would never heal again. And even though everyone tells you that pain will go away, let me tell you that all of it never really does. It does get easier and the overwhelming sorrow does lessen though. I still get teary-eyed looking at pictures of my "Pook", but remembering all the silly things she used to do and how much laughter she brought me makes me know that my life was made better with her in it.
Pets should live forever. Rest in peace Joy-Poodle. You were loved.
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Wonderful post sweetie, I know you still miss Carrie and it never fails to amaze me how much of an impact these little balls of fur have on our lives and how each is so individual.
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