Those 70ish Girls

My birthday is on December 31st. New Year’s Eve has always been a fun day for me. This year, I’ll be 73, and I’ll take it, though I don’t know where all the years have gone.

This year ended on a sad note. Our precious little dog Rylie passed away. It was a freak and unexpected thing. He swallowed a jagged rock that lodged in his intestine. The vet performed emergency surgery to remove it. Everything was going fine until, on the 3rd day, he started going downhill. It was on a Sunday, and the vet was nice enough to meet us at his clinic. He died within a few hours. We still don’t know what happened for sure. The vet thinks Rylie’s intestines quit working as a result of the surgery. Needless to say, our hearts were broken. He was only 5 yrs old.

We couldn’t stand not having a dog, so last week we made a trip to the SPCA and the Humane Society and came home with 2 dogs. One was not potty trained, so it’s been a busy week. It was hard at first but we’ve made some headway. We’ve had 2 days without an accident. We’re on day #3.

The dogs get along and love to run around the backyard and play with each other. Our hearts are filling up again though we’re still feeling the pain of the loss of Rylie. He was such a special little guy.

When we were at the Humane Society, Kip spotted a sign for sale that read, “When God closes one door, he opens another.” That touched our hearts, and when Kip told them our story, they gave it to us.

So, we’ve lost 2 dogs this year and now we’re trying to make a good home for 2 more. That pretty much sums it up