Skippy
It's been a week since I said good-bye to Skippy--The first dog I got as a "grown up". I still look for him and at times think I hear him in the house. When I hear Lucy's collar, I look for my little guy. When the baby cried the other night, I thought it was Skippers. And last night as my sweet husband snored, I awoke to look for Skippy, because I could have sworn he was whining at the end of the bed wanting to cuddle. I guess when some"one" is a part of your life for 14+ years you don't just remove them from your life. When I was 19 years old I went to the pound and was taken in by sweet brown eyes and ears big enough to fit a great dane. My roommate, Vanessa, and I couldn't resist the urge to fill our apartment with a four legged friend. Minutes after we got him home we wondered what we had gotten ourselves in to. Man that dog was crazy! But as years, and puppy stages passed, I found myself with a steady companion. I found ...