Been a bit marny today. One year ago, I lost my beloved Joe. He was one of the most intuitive pets I had ever owned. We had him from the time Karl and I got together, so adjusting to life without him has been odd. I have vivid dreams that make me feel his presence is so real that I awake as I reach out to touch him. I know that this sounds somewhat looney, but it has happened SO many times that I really have a hard time discounting it. I miss him dearly.
I'm thankful to have my other little loves in my life, but he was and always shall be extremely special to me.
Sorry to use the same pic of him, but I lost most of the photos that I had of Joey when I hadn't backed up my files. Don't make that mistake; it sucks!
Anyway, if you have that wonderful pet in your life, give them a big hug in honor of Mr. Joseph. For me.
