Last year at this time, it was days away from me getting the news that my Ozzy had cancer.
My previous Boston Terrier, Katie, lived to be 13. I assumed that I'd have at least that much time with Ozzy. I lost my Ozzy 3 days after his 7th birthday. I feel I was cheated and didn't get a fair amount of time with him.
I still think of him not only daily, but more often.
Would John and I like another dog? Yes and no, for a variety of reasons, and this is going to sound absolutely childish, but if I can't have my Ozzy, I don't want another dog. I want Ozzy.
We didn't put up the Christmas tree this year, and we are not exchanging gifts. Partially because money is tight (thanks to the new hot water heater), and partially because without Ozzy, it feels pointless.
We did get some nice gifts for my in laws, and I pleased about that....
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