I was looking through some photos of Rocky and Richsie, my two Pug Dogs. There's one photo in particular which blows me away. I never realised how special it was until after I lost my Richsie. To me it shows the love that the two dogs had for each other in such a short time.
Rocky is still taking it fairly hard. Today we had a family do (Girlfriend's Family), and we originally weren't taking the dogs. But after what happened yesterday, there was no way I was leaving Rocky here alone. And good thing we did. The poor little guy wouldn't let us out of his sight at all.
So all day I sat in the car with him. Several times he whined and whined, when he seen other dogs. He seems ok at the moment. He's asleep.
When we got home, we re-buried Richsie. I wasn't happy with the original way we laid her to rest. There are pigs and other such scavenging wildlife around here, so I wanted to bury her deeper. Now I am happy she is protected.
She's a dog. We had her only 2 months. Yet I feel as though I have lost a lifelong friend. And I am really worried about Rocky. I hope the little fella is ok.
I probably wont write for a few days, as I need to move on, and try to stop stressing about it, and how there were a million things I could've done differently and she'd still be alive etc.
I'll post up a photo of her gravesite, as I want a permanent reminder of her final resting place.
Take care everyone, things happen so fast in life that usually we are never expecting it.
Ciao
