Hey. Man, yesterday was pretty rough. Turns out, I don't deal well with things being taken from me too soon and without warning. But we're doing a little better. I know it might sound a little ridiculous to some, but we are having an autopsy done because..well, just because. I need to know. We've already found out that she did not, in fact, choke to death and that at least brought a little bit of comfort--to know that I couldn't have just swept in there and performed mouth to mouth or whatever. Don't laugh. You know I'd do it. I'd gag a little, but I would have done it.
So, it's going to be a little bit of a hard candy Christmas around here, but we are very grateful to have each other and the nugget and three other great dogs to hug on. OK: two other great dogs and Micah. Oh alright, FINE. We love Micah and I'm sure when she finally kicks it you'll be able to bring this back up to me and I'll feel appropriately guilty, but the fact remains that when I think of the other dogs I think of the funny or sweet things they've done. When we think of Micah, we think: Home Repair. But yes, we do love her too. Besides, as Sam pointed out, Micah will probably outlive us all. It's all the anodized metals she's eaten.
Thanks for the sweet emails. I know I wasn't the only one who loved Flo and I'm glad other people have great memories of her too. She will be missed.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
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I would want an autopsy, too. Sometimes you just need more closure. Poor little sweet thing.
That Dolly Parton song is one of my faves. And I love how the candy canes change back to the Dolly photo right at the key change.
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