Life moves on slowly

For 14 years, I’ve dedicated my life to the betterment of my little puppy. My sweet angel, my pride and joy in life. It’s hard moving on from set routines as both man and dog are creatures of habit.

Without my little girl, I seem to have ample more personal time and time to reflect upon life and the meaning of it all.

It’s not easy moving on, but you take it day by day. Everything reminds me of her. The spots in the house where you expect her to be, her doggie bed, her toys. It’s difficult losing a pet as it’s equivalent to losing a child.