I know this statement is so cliché, but it expresses the days of my life as I move forward since Dymond’s passing. Now everyday is a blessing, don’t get me wrong, and I am truly grateful for the many wonderful blessing bestowed upon me. But I do have moments when a certain noise, smell, outing, location or mem0ry remind me of my sweet girl. Then I have days when I feel great waking up and carrying her in my heart. This picture reminds me of one of those moments. In this photo Dymond was five months old and she was so fun and full of life. She loved running in the backyard and making noise with her squeaky toys. She was also a stinker because she ate the wall and made a couple holes in the backyard. Oh the gold ol’ puppy days, when I could have pulled my hair out…lol.
This is no surprise, you’re still missed Dymond and you ALWAYS will be!