This time last week, I was rushing my little Chico to the emergency room.
I almost broke down at work tonight, more than once.
I couldn't help but be saddened by the thought that this time last week, I had still had my little bear. There was nothing to warn me that night about the trauma I was to endure, or the pain that would soon follow. A pain so deep that I still can't believe it's real.
I miss my bear, more than you could ever know. My dogs are my children and one of them was taken away.
You're forever in my heart, little Chico. I'm sorry you couldn't spend more time down here with us.