boy this has been a hard road. Targie was my first puppy.. and I miss so many little things around here without him. Poor Qor has no one to play bitey-face with... Qay just doesn't do that. They are kind moping around the house today. We took down Targ's food bowls but left his crate up. Qor likes to lay in it sometimes. His Teddy is still here... I want to keep that for a while.. I took the very first collar I made him.. little sweet bumblebees and put his tags on it.. put it in a bag in the same drawer with a clump of Mokey fur. (Mokey was my cat who was with me while I was growing up) The hardest part is realizing how much of my routine involved my Targie man.. morning walks.. changing drooly water bowls... stepping over him in the hallway... listening to him breathe and snore at night.. last night was too quiet.. it was eerie. Shel and I find ourselves weeping at the smallest things... a passing thought.. picking up a toy that he left in the doorway.. he was always one to greet you with at least one toy in his mouth.. wagging that tail and snurfing ... that sort of half breathing half grunting sound.. my god I miss that.. But mostly... we are ok... we are getting through. I laughed at a movie today... I read a book... managed to eat without throwing up (that was a blessing in and of itself.. yesterday was NOT fun). Shel managed to work a bit and so did I. We walked the girls..we reminisced about Mr. Man's ability to be exactly 6 feet behind us... and how the one and ONLY time he ever pulled me on a walk was when we almost missed Mr. Ding a ling and we chased him for three blocks... Mr. Ding-a-ling learned to stop at our house.