Last night Mrs. Kuki was checking through her daytimer, to make a note of when Sam's 14 week shot would be due. She of course, checked back to his birthdate to count the weeks.
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Turned out that Sam was born the same week we had to put down Philly, our Llhaso Apso.
Sorry to hear about Philly. But that is a strange tidbit. I'm sure there are those who will try to convince you that Sam is Philly's reincarnation. Believe it if it gives you comfort.
Chris and I had to put down our terrier mix a week before Christmas 3 years ago. As yet, we have not replaced her. But we consider my step-son's Lab mix our grandpuppy
and we look forward to puppy sitting him the weekend after next. My stepson has already sent us a list of words he understands and specific instructions not to allow him near pillows. For some reason, he considers them squishy chew toys.
Not that this compares in any way but I've always found some comfort in the odd tidbit that my son was born on the first anniversary of my mom's funeral......just one of those weird things......
Doo Doo Doo Doo -(Twilight Zone music) - yes, that is an interesting coincidence, but as John Edward says, there's no such thing as coincidences.....
Loved the story about Sam and Mrs. Kuki's slippers being his siblings!
Another note about slippers. Several years ago, my wife got a pair of spaniel slippers as a gag gift, doe-eyes, floppy ears and all. Though they were comfortable, she only wore them once.
Our aging terrier, who had been spayed before her first heat, adopted them. She would not let anyone near them. It took a very patient, gentle approach before my wife could reclaim them, and the dog demanded them back! It was both funny and sad. We gave her her own teddy bear shortly afterward and that made her quite happy. I still miss that little rascal.