The past week has been tough. There is lot's of transition going on in our house. We are adjusting back to life with one dog and missing our little white one terribly. We have gone from absorbing the shock of it all, to having to comprehend exactly what we are missing. We are so greatful for all the loving cards, emails and prayers. We are trying to focus on exactly how happy Abby made us. I am convinced, of all dogs, Abby would be most upset over how many tears we have had since she left. Sometimes that is the only thing that makes our tears stop.
Jack seems relatively normal although it's obvious he does not like being home alone by himself and he has a lot more energy. Abby was the BEST baby sitter. Luckily, Pico, the neighbor dog has come over to play lots and has given us a break in his continuous desire to play. Strangely, we find Jack managing to make himself smaller and literally fit into places Abby used to be...ie...behind our legs on the couch and cuddling on our pillows... yes...our pillows. We are adjusting...or rather being forced to adjust, but have faith that we are being taken care of as is Abby.
On a lighter note, we have some brighter things on the horizon. And we look forward to brighter days ahead...
