Yesterday I had a good cry over Sasha. It’s been a few days… gap increasing as time marches on.

I was walking out of the office, prepping for my day, taking the towel off my hair. And for a moment I looked for Sasha to put the damp towel on her head.

She wasn’t there.

And it hurt. A day later it hurts to remember and write this.

I miss my puppy so much.

Miss Potato is here. She’s settled into the household pretty well this past week. She sleeps a lot now. Eating well. A little hiccup with the first poop, but litter box seems to be well in hand now. Very playful. Daughter brought home this tunnel/tube thing – Potato loves it. There’s some sneezing, which we’ll speak with the vet about at her upcoming appointment. All in all good.

She’s very much a people person too. Wants to be with a person. Likes it when a new person enters the room. Flops around to each of us – round robin, likes all the attentions. 😄 Sleeps on my head. Very much cuddle.

Name puns are plentiful. She’s technically a brown shorthair so she’s a (hash) brown potato…

The coexistence of the happy and the sad – that is life.