It's so bittersweet for me sometimes though. As Brendan reaches his 10 month mark, I realize it's been 10 months since I've had Spike at my feet, drooling in my lap as I type. My memories of him came flooding back to me on Friday during an episode of Oprah, where they went undercover to expose puppy mills. Did anyone else catch that? It was awful. Heart wrenching. I just sat there and thought of Spike. Did you know that his bedding, pillows (yes, I said pillows) and crate are all still sitting the basement, in the exact same place my husband put everything on that sad day? I can't seem to bring myself to move it all, or God forbid, throw it away. I figure it's really not taking up much space...it can stay there until I'm ready to move it. To another spot. In the basement. Probably. I don't know....I'm just not ready to give it up. It's still Spike's stuff. Gosh, I miss him.
I do look on the much, much brighter side of things though. Just look at this guy.
Brighter side, indeed.