Sep 02, 2006
Sep 18, 2006
Well, almost six months have passed since we completed the trip. We had a wonderful, no problem journey until we arrived home. When our adult children came to the airport to pick us up, they had the unpleasant task of telling me my adored Brussels Griffon dog had been killed by a pug dog while we were gone. I bottomed out. I couldn't think about the trip or talk about it without feeling I had traded the trip for my darling one's life. As my grief became a chronic ache, I began looking for another dog to share my life. I found my little girl a few months ago and she has filled my heart. This is why it took me so long to create my travel blog.