Welcome George!
Hi Everyone,
Well, seems as though we have made it to the "other side"... of our first holiday season without Grace physically with us. That is truly how it felt, like we had this enormous mountain to climb... not one we wanted to, I had no drive to obtain any level of success or completion, just one we had to because we had NO other option, climb or die. So we just placed one foot in front of the other and attempted to get to the other side with as little emotional devastation as possible. Well, seems as though we are here... although we did end up doing it with a little help from a new family member. Yup... Ian and I got a puppy! We picked him up Dec. 31 in the morning. Even with puppy I was still a basket case on New Years Eve, but he's not a miracle worker, just a puppy. I am well aware that with or without puppy my heart ache for Grace will sustain. George (our puppy) is 3 months old and is already up to our knee. He' going to be a big boy... but I guess if Ian's going to walk a poodle for the next 15 years he should at least be able to walk a big one. He's black right now but will turn silver in the next 9-15 months. He is very content and slept on his blanket for 3 hours when we brought him to a friends house for New Years Eve dinner. Ian taught him how to play fetch yesterday and he is coming along with regards to how to walk on a leash. He love's his crate and often goes in on his own just to hang out. Griffin (our cat) has been reinforcing that he's the king of this castle on occasion but generally they are doing very well together. George starts puppy kindergarten on Thurs. We promised Grace a dog when she was completed treatment but unfortunately she was never well enough for us to be able to fulfill this wish of hers. Well babes, your doggy's name is George and Mama and Dada will give him extra squeezes from you.
Mama misses you baby.
Les
Well, seems as though we have made it to the "other side"... of our first holiday season without Grace physically with us. That is truly how it felt, like we had this enormous mountain to climb... not one we wanted to, I had no drive to obtain any level of success or completion, just one we had to because we had NO other option, climb or die. So we just placed one foot in front of the other and attempted to get to the other side with as little emotional devastation as possible. Well, seems as though we are here... although we did end up doing it with a little help from a new family member. Yup... Ian and I got a puppy! We picked him up Dec. 31 in the morning. Even with puppy I was still a basket case on New Years Eve, but he's not a miracle worker, just a puppy. I am well aware that with or without puppy my heart ache for Grace will sustain. George (our puppy) is 3 months old and is already up to our knee. He' going to be a big boy... but I guess if Ian's going to walk a poodle for the next 15 years he should at least be able to walk a big one. He's black right now but will turn silver in the next 9-15 months. He is very content and slept on his blanket for 3 hours when we brought him to a friends house for New Years Eve dinner. Ian taught him how to play fetch yesterday and he is coming along with regards to how to walk on a leash. He love's his crate and often goes in on his own just to hang out. Griffin (our cat) has been reinforcing that he's the king of this castle on occasion but generally they are doing very well together. George starts puppy kindergarten on Thurs. We promised Grace a dog when she was completed treatment but unfortunately she was never well enough for us to be able to fulfill this wish of hers. Well babes, your doggy's name is George and Mama and Dada will give him extra squeezes from you.
Mama misses you baby.
Les
posted by Lesley at 8:10 a.m.
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