[stickman]

It's been almost three weeks since Jo-Jo was killed. I cried like a baby every day for the first week, then every other day for the second week.

I had a dream about him Thursday (I was sleeping days cause I had worked the night before). I dreamed he was standing there and I was brushing him with his Sheddn' Blade as we did so many times before. I was brushing him and rubbing the shed hair off him. The dream was real enough I could almost feel him! Sadly, it was interrupted. I heard something soudned like the garage door opening that awoke me from my dream. I cried again off and on the rest of the evening.

I went out today to get in my truck to run some errands around town. It had been sunny and warm here earlier today. When I got inside my truck, my truck smelled like Jo-Jo on the inside! (He liked to ride in the front of the truck with us when we would let him.) Again, I cried.

I miss our dog. I think about him daily. These special reminders (the dream from Thursday and his smell in my truck today) make his loss a little tougher on me sometimes, but I treasure them!