The Last Little Bits
I had this beautifully envisioned day planned for how yesterday was going to go. Our last day with Bitsy was supposed to be magical.
It wasn’t. At least not for her.
I suppose her seventeen minutes of frolicking in tall park grass at dusk while Daddy quickly threw was romantic enough, but as far as quality time spent with her went, it just didn’t happen.
I have slight Mommy-guilt over it, no lie. But I do TOTALLY understand now, the sentiment of your dog becoming more than just “your dog.” The kids straight up called her “Sister.” Ah.
She said goodnight for the last time though and got plenty of tummy rubs and puppy kisses and cozy snuggles from Dad and I. But Sundays are just busy—in the best possible way—except when you’re the dog of a family who has to say goodbye the next day.
We’re missing her already.
But we do have lots of distractions right now to keep our minds occupied.
Lesson #1: DO NOT GET A DOG WHILE PLAYING PROFESSIONAL BASEBAL. DON’T DO IT. JUST DON’T!
More tomorrow but sleep for now.
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