I lost my "little white fat dog who laughs alot" at 5:30 this morning to cancer. The first thing I thought of was the Rainbow Bridge. I've had a lot of dogs, most lived to 15-18 years but my Browes was only 12, not long enough. She wanted in bed this morning so I picked her up and put her in bed, she laid her head on my leg and past away. It don't matter how many you,ve lost it don't get any easier and my back yard is the resting place for many.
I just know when I get to Rainbow Bridge I'm going to get mauled and I'm looking forward to it.
Now I got my headache back. It's been a long day for me.
