I have a 6-month-old post about Bishop in my drafts folder, waiting to be completed and published. I still can’t bring myself to finish it so I won’t. It has been that long since we had lost him, and we are still hurting although the pain is more bearable now.
While we have a new puppy, a black labrador now 8 months old named Diego, we are fighting a new battle with Ava’s cluster seizures that happened 2 weeks ago. We can’t leave the house for long, worrying that she might go into another one and we won’t be there to comfort her. The slightest grunt from her wakes me up at night.
I can’t recall when our pets had started taking over our lives but I wouldn’t trade them for anything.