Hi. It’s me, Marigold. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’ve always been happy to post here when Winston would let me. Excited even. I know I overdid the exclamation points when I posted. Sorry about that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Today, this is now my blog. And I’m so sad about it. Forty days ago, my buddy Winston crossed the bridge. I haven’t been able to say anything about it until now. He got very sick on a Monday, spent a week at the vet and came home for a day and a half to say goodbye before Mom and Dad took him back to the vet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He told me before he left he was happy and looking forward to seeing his Clemmie. He was the best big brother a Basset could ask for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It’s been pretty lonely here. And Mom and Dad kept crying and talking about him with me. But last weekend, we all got in the car and they didn’t even drop me off where I play with all my friends. We drove a long time, then they stopped at Hank’s house, and they left me there. I was really confused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When they came back, they had a nice older Basset girl named Bailey in the car. And we all rode home together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bailey’s pretty nice and fun. I’ll introduce her later. Mostly, I’ve been telling her about Winston this week. She has pretty big shoes to fill. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Hi. It’s me, Marigold. I’ve always been happy to post here when Winston would let me. Excited even. I know I overdid the exclamation points when I posted. Sorry about that. Today, this is now my blog. And I’m so … Continue reading