A year ago today is the last day that we had our Layla, and she was well. She probably wasn’t that “well” but we didn’t know it.
A year ago today I didn’t know RBG existed.
We didn’t know about Layla until she got sick on October 30, the day before Halloween. That was the first time she was noticeably sick, and we thought it would just pass like any other GI bug. But it didn’t.
Today is the one year anniversary of the last day we thought she was well, and tomorrow is the one year anniversary of the first day we knew she was sick. And from there on it was a long, sad month until she passed
Tomorrow is the one year anniversary of finding out I was pregnant with RBG. Why did I find out the morning of the day that she got so sick? Probably just random.
We don’t have another dog yet. Too much to handle with an infant and a busy almost-three-years old toddler. But probably soon, maybe around Christmas or maybe in the spring. McLovin alternately asks “Where is Layla? When can I see her?” And “When can we get a puppy?” I’m so glad he remembers her, and asks about her, as hard as it is to explain over and over that she’s not coming home.