We have been a little hectic the past week or so with casino parties and such. We are also trying to get our house ready for my 19 year old step-daughter to move in with us. Boy, talk about excited!!! Alex is staying with Aaron and is already calling his room " Heather's room". We are almost done decorating the inside of the house for Christmas. OK, maybe about 75 % done.
We found Elvis's stocking which really upset the little ones. Thy asked me how Elvis was going to get his presents this year. I told them that God would be taking care of it for Santa. They just stood there looking at it, so I told them that they could give it a hug if they wanted. I thought that I was going to cry when they both hugged the stocking and gave it a kiss. They still talk about missing him. Alex will break down and cry, usually when he is tired, but still...
Tonight as we finished setting up the living room, Alex pulled out the stocking and gave it to Clark and said " You could hug it if you want to, Daddy" Clark got a little emotional. Lauren was playing with Elvis's collar and Alex said that he couldn't smell Elvis anymore. I have kept his squeaky toy in a bag. I think I'll get it out for them tomorrow so they can smell him again. It still makes me cry...
My head tells me that he was "just" a dog, but my heart misses him. Compared to what some of my other friends are going through, I feel rather silly behaving this way. I think it makes me more sad when my children are upset.
In the meantime, I am busy making a Pin The Nose On The Snowman game for Alex's class. I am gong to be taking pictures of the kids in Lauren's class for a teacher gift. I think I will do the same for Alex's. Both of them have such wonderful teachers. I feel lucky this year. Aaron is having some trouble with one of his teachers, but I told him that this would not be the first time he would have to just work with her. As long as she doesn't get too rough....
I think that catches you up. Check out this link. It kind of shows what my friend Hellen's daughter, Emily, is going through... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOTUzQWbmYw.
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He wasn't just a dog he was Elvis. He was tall and majestic, sometimes a little wiffy but always ready for action (except for early in the morning). He was a gentleman and a mischievous little boy all in one. He was larger than life, a hero, he was special ...
Please allow yourself time to grieve over his loss. You would if you lost a friend why not a fury friend? He wasn't mine and I miss him and even though the gaping wound on my lip has healed after our final encounter I still think of him daily but I figure he's with Joe's dog socreties causing trouble somewhere and it makes me feel better. You know if God has a cat then Elvis is stealing it's food LOL
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