My dear old Bandit passed away this week...
and with him and Frosty passing so close together
it's been a little rough
it's really like letting go of my childhood
or what my mom calls my "first boyfriends"
I loved this fat little corgi with all my heart
he was my shoulder to cry on
through those rough High School years.
he was my little riding buddy
when all I needed was to get out in the open and think.
I'll miss him so much
but one thing I've learned through losing Frosty
and now Bandit
is that sometimes...
it's ok to cry
even when you know it's going to be ok
even when you know they're in a better place
it's ok to let it out.
I'm just so grateful to have my Steve
who can hold me through the night while I cry myself to sleep