Life is changable…constantly. Just a mere two months ago I was stinging from the downhill slide of my sweet sweet Coombsy.
No dog will ever replace her. Please know that. I will love her forever. She owns that little girly part of my heart that no other dog will ever hold. And, I will never forget her silly doggy self.
Today I got an email about a dog we THOUGHT might be good for us…from his foster mom. Explaining that he is (not her words but mine) perfect. We have a couple of work-points but we now are looking forward to our sweet boy…Eli.