I miss my furry little baby. About six months ago I came to the conclusion that I just wasn’t capable of taking care of her anymore. This was something that should have happened about four years earlier but I couldn’t bring myself to part with her.

We’d been through so much together and she saved me from going off the deep end so many times. It’s impossible to stay in bed all day when you have a dog that needs to be walked. Especially one that is as insistant as a terrier. But I wasn’t able to give her all of the attention and time that she deserved, what with dealing with BP, my job and my life.

I was able to find her a excellent home through a terrier rescue group. The whole experience was bittersweet. I know what I did was the right thing to do for the both of us – my therapist talks about being kind to myself – but some days are just hard.

Happy Easter babe.