Every once in a while, the Love Monster resurfaces and I have to bat her down. She reared her needy head yesterday during a visit to the Pretoria Animal Hospital. It was a difficult visit for Scott and me. The last time we were there, we had to wave goodbye to our lovely Hannah who was riddled with cancer. We thought she had a bad tooth; instead Dr. Morgan told us she was dying and we had to let her go. It was one of the most difficult days of my life. Sweet Hannah, what would be do without her? As with all deaths in the family, time does heal but we're still taking it hard. Every time we pass a golden, wagging a feathery tail and shaking its leash, the heart stops. She's gone; we have accepted that. But it still hurts like hell. Yesterday, we took our elder pug, Ming, in for her yearly check-up. As we sat in the examination room, our eyes focused on the brand new digital picture frame which held photographs of all Pretoria's favorite clients. And there she was, our ...
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