I lost my sweet Kylie six weeks ago today. I have been told it was a hard thing to bear but things would get better with time. They're not- at least, not so far. It doesn't matter what I do, all I think of is Kylie and how badly I miss her. She came into my life in November, 2011 and the rescue group told me she was 6 to 8 years old. I know that's not very young for a dog but I expected I'd have maybe five or six years with her anyway and I wasn't prepared for the challenges of a puppy. When her license renewal came a few months later, the county records showed her to be 10 years old. Soon after that when discussing this with my vet, she told me she thought Kylie was closer to 13. So now, the five or six years I expected have been used up in five or six months and less than a year later, my sweet girl is gone. I keep hoping that the heartache will let up and give me a break from the incredible sadness I've felt since I had to let Kylie go but it's not happening. I don't know what to expect from telling a story that so many people have already lived and know all too well, but I have to do something. I do so miss my pretty girl and I will love her always.
