My McDawg was a rescue who found me 7.5 years earlier. We experienced a lot of firsts together, and I was foolishly hoping she'd beat the odds and live to be 25. Putting her down was a hard decision, but I'm glad that I chose a horrible weather day to do so. Seeing her in pain from the cold (she had arthritis and some other issues), and knowing that she crossed the Rainbow Bridge a happy frisky puppy again brings a smile to my heart.
The Wonder Twins and I miss her terribly. We still look for her, she's left a huge hole that cannot be filled.
I've had some not so great news, a few financial setbacks and my computer died in the midst of writing a paper.
2018 started out really rough. Yet I'm not worried, as my comeback will far eclipse the instances of heartache and uncertainty that had me a bit off-balance for a while.
Rest in peace Tanya.
Stay blessed,
