This week started out just like any other week in our home - calendar reviewed. Plans made for a couple of meetings and my clinical hours. Monday started like any other day- but tragedy stuck Monday. We lost a four-legged baby - Paco Joe.
I have cried off and on all week - today I thought I was better, till one of the neighbors asked about him...the lost and hurt came flooding back. I know it will get better with time, I miss this little guy.
On the day we picked him up I had to wrap him in a towel to keep him from biting me. We laughing referred to him as our autistic son, he did not want anyone to pet him. At times he would get so mad if you tried to pick him up or another dog came near him, he would have an anxiety attack.
With all of his issues - we were his family. When I sat on the cough he would lay on the back of the couch and nestle in my hair, of course if I tried to pet him he would growl and nip at me.
Life is fragile - be sure to tell those you love how you feel, hug you babies (two or four-legged).
I know Paco Joe is running free in Heaven
Praying everyone has a great week
~ Connie ~
~ Connie ~