Trooper is home

I’m still in Alberta. The apartment is so quiet now that they have left to go camping. I’m literally alone, no vehicle and not going anywhere till Friday.

John has picked up Troopers ashes and his paw print. I am sitting here crying missing him so much. I’m happy we have his ashes and I’m pleased I won’t be dusting dust. He will be in the urn in the garden and when we move he can come to the new home.

I’ve been thinking of what type of dog will be our next family member and hoping that some of Troopers traits will be seen in the new addition. Which won’t be for a long while.

I think tomorrow will be a complete shutdown day for me.

Friday Cheryl is coming to pick me up I’ll be with her till I fly out to BC on Sunday. I will spend 4 days with Jason.

Then I will fly back here to fly out on Friday to go back to ON. John will pick me up and we will go camp for the night. Then see Mom.

Missing Trooper

Days have literally ran in to each other as I apparently have been trying to avoid facing this loss.

Trooper was my dog and was always here for me. My constant companion and would be waiting for me as I came home. The empty couch and empty dog bed is extremely hard.

He was the most loving dog and he never had issues with other animals. He loved everyone.

I know as time goes I’ll get used to him not being here but for now it is just hard.

I’m thankful for John and his patience with my breakdowns.