Mom couldn't really manage everything, the little boys, two cats and the addition of a puppy in the country. "I know, she's beautiful. She's wonderful. But she deserves a lot more than I'd be able to give her." I really thought that Rosie, the clumsy bundle of joy she is, was a good thing for her, something that would keep her, at least somewhat, from sinking into a gray fog of sorrow. Apparently not enough.
Dad doesn't want a dog, so that means she can't live here either. No chance at persuading there.
She's been with us for a month and almost three days. I'm going to miss her terribly. She slept in my lap while we were waiting for my mother. Then - a tearful departure, and now she's gone.
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