Blog — old dogs

We all know it is part of the deal, at some point, our fur-baby will cross the rainbow bridge and we will be left with a large hole in our lives.  A friend of mine suggested I share my journey of loss on my way to love again; so here we are.

On November 26, 2019, I was on my normal commute home when my boyfriend called stating Otto looked weaker than normal. I cancelled my plans for the night and told him I would be coming straight home.  The bus couldn't move fast enough; something was wrong with my baby and I needed to get to him.