Sorry in advance for the sad post.
The family is trying to adjust. We buried our German Shepherd on Labor Day. Heidi was 12, but it still took us by surprise. I didn't get to say goodbye, but my mom said Charley Boy was by her side until the end. He's having trouble adjusting, too. I have a very sad little dog roaming around the house. His sadness breaks my heart. The empty hallway breaks my heart. I keep expecting to see her everywhere I look. There are few times in my life I've shed this many tears. I keep thinking each breakdown will be my last and now I'm starting to feel a bit ridiculous. But the love between a family and a dog is indescribable. We all miss her so badly. Twelve years just wasn't enough.
^ Our goofy girl on Christmas
^ My Heidi scrapbook page I made when I was younger.
But she's no longer hurting and that's the most important thing.
We'll see you in our dreams, Heidi Girl.