No Idea

I don't even know what to title this post. Today was a rough day. I stayed hom sick because I felt like crap. So I decided to be productive.

I went through all three of my closets (yes I'm a clothes whore). I came out with 4 trash bags filled. I went and donated them. I called my vet's office to find out about obtaining my other dog's records for when I move and get a new vet. They told me all he needed was a heartworm test.

So I took my dog for a ride in the car (he LOVES the car). We went to donate my clothes and then we went to the vet's office. Well when I got there, I saw the technician who loved Zeke and was always so good to him. She ran up and hugged me and we cried together. I told her how very sorry I was that she didn't get to say good bye to him. Then the other tech came and hugged me and handed me a little bag. I asked what's this, she said, it's Zeke. Forget it. I lost it. Inside the bag was something else, they had made a mold of one of his paws and wrote Zeke on it. That was too much for me. It was sweet, but oh so emotional.

I can't believe my once beautiful and mighty dog now fits in a little box. It's so sad, but at least I'll have him with me always. The girls at the vet's office asked for a picture. Also, my favorite vet came out, she wanted to talk to me. It was all very sweet. Yet it was another emotional day.