Today's the 2nd anniversay of Brinkley's death. Thankfully, I stayed busy all day, so haven't had much time to sit and ponder.
Although, it now seems like ages ago that we had him, his death still feels like it happened just yesterday. I still cry when I really let myself think about him. And, I mean really CRY. Not too long ago, I was watching a Jack Russell on David Letterman and couldn't help but bawl my eyes out. Anytime I see one on tv doing agility, I think about how Brinkley and I should still be doing that together. I still mourn the fact that Christopher isn't growing up with Brinkley (or any pet for that matter) like I'd hoped. To this day, when I go down to visit my mom and am entering town, I think about how Brinkley would start in on his barking and carrying on; he just KNEW that we were almost to Grandma's!
I still replay October 28, 2006 in my head from time to time. Usually late at night when I should be sleeping...like tonight. A lot of What If's and would'a, should'a, could'as. Some people say we should go ahead and get another dog, that it will help us move on. I do want another dog, but can't imagine NOT having another Jack Russell Terrier. I think Christopher's still too young to have that breed yet, though, so we are still pet-less right now. Hopefully it won't be too long.
Sorry for the depressing post, but I just had to get it out. The next one should be better! =)
RIP Brinkley (12.27.2000 - 10.28.2006)