I lost Diesel yesterday. I won't see him around anymore. The reality of a loss always sets in the next day, doesn't it?
My first Pug ever, was Rosie. She was a foster-adopt situation. She was transferred from the Katrina disaster to the Humane Society in Phoenix, AZ. She was being treated for an eye injury, heart-worm and depression. She lost her owners. I loved her. I don't see her anymore, but, she gave me a forever love for Pugs. Here she is tagging along at a horse show in Scottsdale, AZ.
I won't see him enjoy outings anymore.
I won't see him napping.
I won't see him act kingly around large animals 100x his size.
I won't see him accidentally sit on horse apples.
He's the third dog we've lost over the last year-and-a-half.
He could get along with anything that walked.
He would share a good dog pillow with any of them. I won't see that anymore.
I won't see him with Jesse who licked his ears.
I won't see him with his baby.
Or this baby.
Or this baby. We buried him with this one.
I won't see him on the couch.
I won't see him having a snooze-fest beside the fireplace. Oh, how he loved the fireplace!
I won't see him enjoying a good-ol' basket of clean laundry (B-Lowe won't miss that).
I do have these pictures.
I do have the comfort knowing I put his pain before my own and let him go.
I do have my love for Pugs that will continue to infinity and beyond.