But I am not feeling like talking much about my birthday tonight, that will be a post for another day.
Reese got a sad phone call this morning, his family dog Elvis died. He was 12 years old! (84 in dog years) He just sat down and died. It was a hard pill to swallow for him, and for me.
Pets are great. But the sad part is, they don't live the life span of a human. We get attached, and then they are gone.
It reminded me when my first cat Cuddles died, my neighbor ran him over on Halloween. It was a sad sad day for me! I was only 6 or 7. (my mom was happy-she hated that cat haha)
It will be weird pulling up to the Hawker home not having Elvis run to greet you as you got out of the car.
I feel bad for my Reese :( Poor guy!
So here's to you Elvis buddy, you will be missed!
<3. Shayna
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