This is the old girl two days before we had her put down. We're still grieving after three weeks but I don't cry every single time I see her photo anymore - just every other time. She was my dog. No one else had much appeal to her, except my husband and me. We were the center of her world.
Didn't want another dog, possibly ever. Life threw this little bundle of teeth and cute in my path. Fucking life. I feel like loving this new one is a betrayal but I can't help it. This one is a total floozy, loves everyone. She wants everyone to love her - sort of like Bill Clinton, she seeks out the one person who might not like her and pesters them the most. She's about 10 weeks old and she was the moose of the litter. Very sweet puppy.
I don't know. I'm as conflicted as I've ever been in my life. Somehow I'm going to have to erect a barrier in my head between the old dog I adored and this new bouncing energy that's come to stay.