Today, I woke up to the absence of clicky little feet. The begging for peanut butter off my English muffin. There is no sign of us ever owning Stella in the house. I removed all her dog dishes, food bowls, etc. There are no nose prints or paw prints o… Read on blog or Reader Homemaking in the Dunes Read on blog or Reader Trigger warning: Pet death By Homemaking in the Dunes on July 13, 2024 Today, I woke up to the absence of clicky little feet. The begging for peanut butter off my English muffin. There is no sign of us ever owning Stella in the house. I removed all her dog dishes, food bowls, etc. There are no nose prints or paw prints on the sliding glass door. I vacuumed every part of the house last night so I wouldn't find dog hair. There is an ache in my heart for our wayward girl. She was stubborn because my husband gave in to her at every turn. Stella was fond of stealing food. She wouldn't listen to my husband's commands. Yesterday, we made the hard decision to let her go. She sat in my lap all the way to an out-of-town vet. She cuddled into me crying tears with me. Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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