IT''S A SAD DAY IN THE BUSH...

My Smooch was not one of the 40% who made it, although even the vets had to admit that the medications they were stuffing into him in an attempt to heal did as much damage as the disease itself. My poor boy had very low tolerance for drugs. We helped him as long and as best we could, but it was not good enough, and last night I held him in my arms as he made his way to Rainbow Bridge. This morning even the sky was weeping as I laid him to rest beside Bud.

Grump and I are in mourning; so terribly missing that eternal puppy who has shared our lives for the past two and a half years. Together we cuddle on the couch, as we did when we lost Bud, supporting each other in our loss, knowing that the sun will shine again, but not today.

Then again, today is my youngest Rug rat’s birthday. He is all of four years old. I’ll call him tonight and I know our conversation will, in spite of my pain, make me SMILE.

Luv from the Bush in Quebec