I was in my car on my way to work and I made a left turn. Suddenly I smelled Dusty’s scent in my car. He often smelled of cotton and dog chow. That little dog could eat. We had that in common.
I can be writing, watching a movie, doing my morning walk, and at any given moment something reminds me of my sweet dog. Often I laugh or smile but sometimes I cry. Crying is okay. I think it means that he really had a great impact on my life.
Writing about it helps so much and maybe you guys get tired of hearing about it. However, it helps my healing process. God did such a great thing when he created dogs. I can’t say that enough. Thanks for reading my blog and listening to my journey. Follow me on Instagram http://www.instagram.comlifewithlane14