No. I'm not still bawling over Daddio-well, actually I still am from time to time but today it's a whole new heartache.
Thursday night, with no warning, The Mister's Dear Old Doggie decided it was her time to go over the bridge.
She ate a good dinner then seemed to get very sleepy. She snuggled in his arms and just drifted away. She was 17.
It was an easy exit for her but no so much for us. We are beyond sad. She had been my conjoined twin for most of the day in her pooch pouch and I miss her sweet little self helping me go about my daily chores. I am not sure how I am going to finish all that bathroom tiling without her. I'm sure I'll figure it out-but golly y'all. How broken can a heart get?