and a couple of dogs from two neighbors (one who thinks he lives here, and one who wants to live here :-)
The dogs, or the neighbors, want to live there? ;-)
BTW, thanks for your kind words.
You know, as much as I loved my late Sister and my late Mom, I hardly EVER "talk to them". But I never, ever pass by the kitchen window (which looks upon where my two dogs are buried) without telling them they're "good boys", and/or "Daddy loves them", etc. And same thing when I pass by their graves (they're buried side-by-side in separate, home-built, quilt-lined "coffins"), I always say at least "Hi, babies!" to them...
Yes, it is a profound thing to be the instrument of death for something so innocent, loving and loved. A VERY profound thing. Even though I know academically that I was doing the right thing, you can almost NEVER know whether THEY feel it's "Time to Go"... And that is what tears me up, and will likely continue to tear me up for some time to come.
And even though we have gotten a new Mutt (all my dogs have been mixed-breed), this one a sweetie-pie male Pit Bull mix that was being abandoned by (yet another) next-door neighbor who "Couldn't take him with them...", and have already had dozens of heartwarming and funner-than-fun, laugh-out-loud moments with him, there is still a hole in my heart where my babies C.J. and Little Bit live on...