I haven’t written for a while. I simply didn’t know if and or when I would be able to after last week’s sudden and unexpected loss of my sweet sweet Kenny Benny. I hadn’t realized, until he was gone, just how deeply and extremely crucial he was in helping ease my anxiety. Most know that Big Papi is Mama’s boy, but that I love EACH one of my dogs with every fiber of my being. But there was just something about Kenny. He had this gift. And it was because of this gift that I called him my little angel. He had this knack for recognizing when I needed comfort. He would crawl into my lap (the only lap dog of all my four pups) and I would stroke his beautiful coat for hours. He would also come over to me if I were crying, and lay his head on my shoulder…he just knew what to do. Every single time.
I have had to make the difficult trip to the vet to say goodbye to one of my pups four times now. It never gets easy. Ever. But if there is any consolation, I know without a shadow of a doubt, that my dogs were/are spoiled rotten to the core, and loved beyond measure. And that is exactly how it should be. They should know every single day that they are loved, that they are cherished, that they are family.
I love you, my little angel. You will be in my heart forever.
Until next time.