Doggo went. He was quiet but I think he knew. He will be happier in his new place. There won’t be any screaming children, no stress for him to worry about, just two new parents and a cat for him to love. I know it’s the very best thing for him – and for us, too. But it’s still a wrench. 

I didn’t sleep last night. I got a few hours, fitfully here and there. Tossing and turning and who knew silence could be so LOUD. It was an uncomfortable, restless sleep. No little warm body to sleep on my feet or nuzzle into my neck. No little pupper woofing in his sleep. These glasses are really rose tinted but I think it’s fair to say it will definitely take some getting used to. I will miss him.