In Loving Memory...

Dustin, Michael and I lost our 3 year old Beagle, Cowboy, in North Christian this past weekend. When Dustin finally found him late Monday afternoon, he had been hit by a truck. I am so very upset and feel so overwelmingly guilty. Cowboy loved to run rabbits, but was unable to do this too much in town because of the leash laws. We were visiting my mother and had Cowboy off of his leash all day. He ran all day long and had a wonderful day. He follwed Dustin, my step-dad and Michael on the four-wheelers through the trails, ran rabbits, chased cats, and took one really long nap. We let him back out after his nap and he was gone. I have been so upset about him that I haven't been able to talk/blog about it until now. It's still hard. It's even harder to watch Michael look for him and call him knowing that is isn't coming. He was such a wonderful pet and friend to Michael. Everyone keeps telling me that we need to get another dog sooner rather than later for Michael's sake. It's going to be hard on me, but something in me knows that he would love to have another friend. Not that another dog could ever replace by sweet baby Cowboy, but at least he would have another friend to grow up with. I don't know. I feel so silly mourning over an animal, but I can't help myself. I've cried numerous times everyday since he went missing. I'll post pictures later on. I just cannot bring myself to look at them right now. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest.