Lexie, who is Mum's dog, and Rosie's bestest buddy (Mum and Lexie live with me and Mr Pinkest) has had a stroke it seems, and is likely to cross Rainbow Bridge sometime today.
Her heart has been broken since Rosie passed, she goes and lays infront of the couch where Rosie spent her time, just waiting for her to come back. It's been heartbreaking to watch, and has coumpounded my grief almost exponentially. Last night at dinner (in a restaurant) just burst into tears even at saying Rosie's name out loud.
And now this.
Annnd just top top it all of perfectly, this afternoon I have to put on my happy face to go and meet the Boxer rescue girl. I should, I have to, and I do actually want to, I just don't know that I have the gumption to face it... what if this all rubs off on her and something terrible happens to her too? I couldn't face that.