Thanks for all of your caring comments, emails, and phone calls about little Agnes Rosebud. I'm sorry I didn't answer them all, I just really didn't want to talk about it much, but I did appreciate your thoughtfulness. And thanks for trying to make me let go of the guilt. I'm still just sick about my carelessness.
As much as I miss the tiny pup, her Dog Mom misses her even more. At first Twinkle was in a panic and searched everywhere for her. I hate to say this, and must warn you to skip this next sentence if you are squeamish, but we had to disinter Aggie to show Twinkle where she was. That really did calm Tinks down and stopped her frantic searching.
Then, she was extremely needy for a while, but now, this is all she does. No more scampering around with her little best friend, the two of them at my heels no matter where I am or what I'm doing, both looking up at me with those inquisitive, terrier eyes, wanting to know what fun thing will happen next. Will I sit at my desk? Will I be turning on the TV? Oh, heavens, could I be opening the DOOR????? Could I be eating something that has crumbs??
Yes, they were so funny and so happy all the time, and thought that any move I made was endlessly fascinating. They even appreciated my singing and couldn't wait to hear the next line of any song I made up.
But now, Rosey is gone and Twinkle won't leave her pillow. Its so sad.
I'm not ready for a new dog, a "replacement" dog just doesn't feel right. But even if I'm not ready, I think I need to get a dog for Twinkle. She is lonely and depressed. We'll see. I don't know if I could give my heart to a puppy yet.
We'll lavish lots of extra love on Tinks for now, and I'll keep my eye out for a new pet for her.