I cannot believe it has been four months since we said goodbye to Pagan, but it has. It was May 30th. In some ways it feels like it was only yesterday. It other ways it feels like it's been years. I still cry almost every day, but I'm not looking for sympathy. This is all just part of the healing process. Honestly, I hope it's always this fresh on my mind so that I never forget her. I would, however, prefer to remember our great times more than that dreadful day that constantly haunts me. But again I'll say, it's all part of healing, I know. This morning I came across these adorable pictures of her wearing her old Halloween costume. I stumbled upon the costume itself yesterday while getting out our Halloween decorations, but I just left it in the box.
Also, the cooler weather brings up wonderful memories. She loved this time of year and the colder it got outside, the more hyper she would become. She loved to chase the leaves as the wind blew them around. I know she's chasing lots of leaves and playing with lots of sticks and rocks up in puppy heaven.
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I think of her a lot, too! I miss her, and so does Guthrie!I just keep reminding myself she is much better off! Even though I feel it is not fair that boxers have a very short life...I always try to reflect on the happy Pagan times....like running at your apartment on Marsh Lane!Or when you would bring the puppy home from Aggieland...she grew so much each time!XXOXOO N
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