I didn’t get a chance to say Goodbye to Creamy before I left to stay overnight up north. She wouldn’t leave the bed. She ate, drank, went out to pee, but wouldn’t leave the bed. I told her that she grew up in a crate the size of a xerox box and worked so hard these last five years to learn about the world. She loves being outside and being in the sun, going for walks and going I the van. I told her she can’t let me disappearing quickly put her back in the box. She has to go on without me, she has to keep exploring a world the puppy mill kept her from. She has to go on.
Swinging in the baby swing in our backyard.
