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Remy

My parents have a new puppy. The woman who sold them Misty asked them if they wanted another puppy since she passed so young. In my dad's words "A free puppy is better than paying for one." So, they picked up Remy a few weeks ago. She's adorable and a bit fiesty and loves her sleep. She follows Brinley around everywhere she goes. Between Sammy and I, she loves Sammy more. Of course :) I had a big dilemma where I was wondering if there's something wrong with my soul and that's why dogs never like me that much. They'll tolerate me, but they never love on my like Sammy and my mom and Brinley.




She's a cutie, but she's not Misty. It's been weird. I miss Misty. She was a character and always got her way. She was a good dog even though she had her moments. She wasn't a puppy anymore, she was a dog. I loved Misty so much especially after I got married. I missed her all the time. And she's gone now. Remy is there, but she's not Misty.

It's not Remy's fault that she's not Misty. She didn't do anything. She's just a little puppy who needs some love and has her own personality and is cute in her own way. But I keep thinking of Misty as a puppy. It's all so close together. I try to remember Ginger and it's hard to remember what she looked like anymore. I mourned a lot for Ginger, so I guess I'm still mourning Misty.

It's so crazy how animals can touch our lives so deeply. In the bible it says they are for our enjoyment but it's so much more than that! I'm grateful for all the sweet animals who have touched my life and my families, and that my family always has a dog that I can go over and play with any time. Oh doggies!

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  1. Bailey KayAugust 25, 2014 at 10:15 AM

    I heard that in Mormonism, animals get to go to heaven. Is that true?

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