I went and visited my friend's house, for dinner, tonight. "Matt" was Cash's original owner. They're the ones(he and his wife) who run a rescue farm. I was fine with all the dogs they had running around......for hours.....until I finally kissed this little dog on the head. THAT, started the waterworks.
Not too bad, but still....
Then, I get home(just now). I had two sympathy cards in the mailbox, from two cousins of mine. Both cards had a short letter on how much the whole family loved Cash, and how much he'll be missed by all(he went with me to all family functions). Here I go again.
I'm doing really well, until something really digs up a memory, then I lose it.
Kissing that little dog on the head really f*cked me up.