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A picture wall for Marshy

A picture wall for Marshy

Last night Minx got in my closet and walked out with one of my shoes. The shoe probably weighed half as much as he did. It made me think of my Marshmallow who used to greet me at the door and would always grab one of my shoes. In my apartment I had steps. we were constantly looking for one of my shoes before I went out. There was always one downstairs and one upstairs. If there were no available…

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Words of support from other dog lovers

Words of support from other dog lovers

I belong to three Facebook groups for dogs. One of them is English bulldogs and two are for French bulldogs. Anytime I see something posted about someone losing a dog, I always try to write. I completely understand and remember the pain of losing Boomer, my English Bulldog, over 3 years ago. When I lost my Marshmallow I posted it on one of the sites. I never realized how much those posts could actually bring a little comfort until it…

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The right decision to say goodbye

The right decision to say goodbye

Still struggling with making the right call on my Marshy’s death. I questioned why nothing showed up in his bloodwork, urine or stool taken 6 weeks ago. I biopsies a lump on his side and I questioned a strange growing skin tag. How is he gone six weeks after his annual that he was fine at? My vet called me this morning explaining that cancer is different in dogs. There are some very aggressive cancers that can happen within weeks….

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My week in review

My week in review

First, I’m going to update you on my yesterday‘s post regarding my beautiful daughter and her boyfriend, they are back together and all is fine. It’s amazing about these two, as much as I can’t stand the relationship sometimes, they’re perfect for each other in a lot of ways. He’s just as messed up as she is. He truly loves her and she truly loves him. If they can both just grow up and communicate with each other their relationship…

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And then peace was restored….maybe

And then peace was restored….maybe

If I ever thought my breakups were bad, it was just because I never experienced my child go through a breakup. Omg, this must have been the worst 36 hours of my life. I think I prefer the biweekly tears than go through these last 36 hours again. They had a fight and her boyfriend decided he wanted a break for a week. Then my daughter got swept up by her imagination and did a drive by of his house….

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