As I mentioned briefly when we having coffee last weekend, I got a cat! She is five years old, rescued from a cat specific rescue league. Her name is Leslie Knope (but really goes by baby or sweetheart) and she is the most precious thing ever.
She doesn’t like to be held but she need to constantly be at my side.
If she’s not playing with my makeup brushes or jumping on and off the bed she is sound asleep at my feet or at my side.
Today we had to put my dog down. He lived a great long 15-17 years, really old for a dog. I’m not going to type out that he was my best friend, because he wasn’t. He was a great dog, confident, and pal. The only guy I’ve ever known to keep a secret so well. After 13 years with him I couldn’t ask for a better dog. It hasn’t really hit me that he’s gone and I’m sure it will soon enough. He was a good one, didn’t bark too much, didn’t bite, wasn’t scary. He shed too much and peed and pooped in the house too much, but it wasn’t that bad. I couldn’t have asked for a better puppy. RIP buddy, see you later.
Dedicated to the only dog I ever really like and especially loved, you’ll be missed, however, I’m sure the carpets will be relieved.