For some reason, this week has been hard on me emotionally. All I seem to be able to do as I walk Casey or in the moments when my mind is not busy with work is to think of Crockett.
As I walk Casey in the yard, as I pull into the driveway after work passing right over the spot where he was hit, as I lay in bed missing his body pressed against mine, as I sit at the computer, expecting to look down and see him laying next to me, I miss him to the point of tears.
I guess it started last weekend, for some unknown reason. Something must have triggered the memories -- a smell, a fleeting sight, wanting to run my hands through his fur. I miss him as if he was just killed yesterday. I ended up silently crying, but Casey, the 'bold protector' came over and gave me a 'tongue lashing' or a 'tongue facial' to wipe away my salty tears.
Casey knows how to make me laugh -- she's my little 'smiling clown' -- and as a friend has noted, Casey smiles more than any other dog he's seen. She's a happy puppy who loves to 'lead' me into the bedroom, jump up on the bed and roll over for me rub her tummy. She's a love. And I'm glad she's my puppy.
Even as I miss Crockett, I'm blessed with Casey.
PS. The DATE is wrong on these photos. They were taken Fall of 2005.
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