365 Days

One year ago today, our darling little wirehaired dachshund died.  And for 365 days I’ve missed her terribly.  The wound in my heart is just as fresh as it was on the day she left us, and I’m sure it will probably never really heal.  I dreamed about her last night, and woke up in tears.

We’re on the waiting list for a puppy, but our travel plans for the next several months mean that we have to wait until next Spring before we can take on a new “toddler”.  Sometimes it’s awfully hard to be a responsible adult!