So it’s Valentine’s Day and I’m without my puppy.  It’s hard, having just lost Emma.  My mind, of course wanders to what happened, did I do anything, and thoughts of the worst.  It’s only been a week and I’ve grown extremely attached to this little tiny lovable puppy.

The vet has called and continues to give me a good report.  She seems to be responding well but won’t say when she’ll be able to come home.

I’ve decided to make the house as clean and puppy accessible for her.

Right now, her toys sit waiting.

I miss my puppy.