Visiting Roo in your Dreams

This morning on the way to daycare, I asked you Ellie how you slept.  You told me "I slept great Mommy, Roo visited me in my dreams!"  It almost brought tears to my eyes.  You went on to say that in your dream Roo didn't look old and gray, we was young and running all around.  You said he was very happy and that the two of you spent time playing and snuggling.  Sometimes you know just how to cheer your mommy up :) Love you so much Ellie!

Goodbye Roo

Last week (May 2018) we said goodbye to our Roo. He was Mom's first baby, the one who taught me how to be a mom and love unconditionally. Roo was a pound puppy, rescued by Mommy at just 8 weeks old out of a litter of 8 puppies. A few weeks later he was in the Vet Clinic on an IV drip fighting for his life after getting Parvo. We were once told by a vet he’d probably live to be 8-9 years old, in December he would’ve been 12, we got a couple more years than we thought. He’s been on many adventures with us, he moved across the country twice and was a trooper both times. He hated elevators, shiny and hardwood floors. He’s made us happy, laugh, he’s frustrated us, he’s creeped us out (with his “I’m hungry” stare). Both of you girls loved him dearly, Ginny especially. She would often crawl in his bed with him in the evenings to snuggle.

We sent him out in style with a couple days of spoiling, including long naps in the tall grass, cheeseburgers, ice cream cones, and endless snuggles. He’s was one heckuva dog. There will never be another Roo, we are gonna miss you big boy, you can swim for as long as you want now.

Ginny's 10, 11, and 12 months :)

Only six months behind :)