Irony
The irony in the title of my last post is not lost on me. We lost my Juliette. The emotional support dog with severe anxiety. That too is ironic. She was pure love. Even as she was passing she kissed us. She loved hard and we loved her hard too. She also loved food, seriously, I’ve never seen anything as happy as her when she knew it was time to eat. We made her food. Turkey, tuna, brown rice, sweet potato, peas and carrots and large pieces of broccoli. She loved broccoli! She loved snacks and fruit. She loved the bunnies on our island. She loved the spot on her back, down by her tail, to be scratched. She lived to hear her own name and all the variations… Ju, ju-ju bear, juber goober, jules, Julie and of course Juliette Mama’s girl. She loved to be asked “Who’s the bestest girl? Huh, who is she?” She’d get excited and make you pet her. She loved clean bedding. If her bedding was gone she’d wait knowing that fresh bedding was coming and we’d put it in the dryer first because...