Seventeen years ago today, Aunt Chrissy and I drove through the cornfields of Ligonier, Indiana to make him my baby. I miss him like crazy every single day, but am grateful he was here to change my life.
Mommie Dearest loves you, Stewey Angus Willowswamp. Always has. Always will.
Sweet Boy!!
ReplyDeleteI love the picture of Stewey’s head on your shoulder. Now that is happy contented bliss on his little face.
ReplyDeleteOur fur-babies take up so much of our heart-space - it slowly heals, but never completely...
ReplyDeleteI wonder if you are ready for a new pup- your surgery is behind you and I am sure there is room in your heart. We waited 6 years to replace our pug after she died at 15 years old. Now that we have our new pug( who is 3) we look at each other all the time and ask why in the heck did we wait so long!
ReplyDeleteI always loved reading your blogs when Stewey "wrote" them - so funny!
ReplyDeleteAwww...precious Stewey.... You loved him so completely...sans
ReplyDeleteregret....
Furbabies are special !🐶
ReplyDeleteThe picture of you and Stewey gets me every time. I know it was near the end of his life, and the love and contentment on his face (and yours) is lovely. It’s as if your souls are touching.
ReplyDeleteThanks to you, he was our doggy too. And, yes, we also miss him but it was good to share his life with you. Might you consider - not a replacement, of course not - but another dog or indeed cat at some stage? Dogs need walks, and a small one, perhaps a rescue dog, could be part of your exercise program as well as a cheerful companion. Just a thought!
ReplyDeleteStewey the puppy - so cute. Also think that photo of you and him is very touching. He is smiling and so happy and you are full of love for him. Tootle pip, Kerry
ReplyDeleteI think we all miss Stewy 💜
ReplyDeleteConi, he will always be with you.
ReplyDelete((((HUGS))))
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