I think both Dan and I are dreading Friday. Esa would have been 7. Over the last 2 weeks I have been thinking about her so much. Dan said he had a dream about her Sunday night. Of course that lead to me having a dream about her last night.
It's already a recurring dream - just different settings. The basis of the dream is that Esa is lost, but I always find her. This time she was injured though (weak and just laying there on top of a dog house), and I had to fight my way to get where she was (some crazy buck wouldn't let me by). The setting - The VFW Cootie Club Park, up the street from the house I grew up in.
So of course I woke up sad and have cried today. I laid down after lunch and now feel better. It's just a hard week.
(and their human parents)
This blog started as The adventures of a D.I.N.K. family where the two "kids" are four legged and how we are going to retire early. Now it's a 1 income, 1 entrepreneur, and 1 pup getting closer and closer to retirement.
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