We are adjusting to life without Garrett, slowly but surely. All the myriad dog beds have been washed, the plush toys too, and all the dog treats are stashed. But the house is too quiet. (we have a shitload of dog beds)
I miss the gentle nudge on the weekend for his morning walk. His expecting a little cheese when I make a salad. Or a smidgen of sliced turkey when I make a sandwich.
It is the little things that I miss. Him snuggling on the couch. His roaching. His derp.
Meet Lilly, a Chihuahua mix, that belongs to Barbara’s friend Bart Crawford who lives near San Felipe in Baja California. She was “found” in the desert with her brother by two people riding in the desert on their ATV’s. Severely dehydrated, abandoned, and certain to be Coyote chow, she and her brother got lucky.