All Dogs go to Heaven

This is the first picture I snapped of Snowy after I “inherited” him from my dad. We had just come out of the pet store where he got his own dog bed, a new collar and some treats to take to his new home. Today we had to put Snowy down because he had a cancerous lump in his neck that couldn’t be removed. He spent his last hour curled up with his momma. We’ll have him cremated and spread him with my dad in the mountains; my brother wanted that. I have promised him he’ll get a belly rub from grandpa when he gets to heaven.

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FACES

If you’ve been following along on my adoption journey, please take the time to click to the new FACES blog and check out my first contributing post.

FACES for Alberta is a new organization just getting off the ground. Created by some new friends of mine, they’re in the process of developing a website and reaching out to adoptive parents and those who support them.

“And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” -Khalil Gibran

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“And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” -Khalil Gibran During heartbreak, there comes a point where you have to mentally push aside all of the little things. The grey … Continue reading