The physical loss, coupled with the teary inquisitions of LG's, "Where's Landy?  I want him to come back," is almost too much to handle. 

Cosette walks around dutifully around the house looking for our lost family member.  Landy was only here 2 months, but left such an smattering of complimentary behaviors with Cosette that I catch myself expecting to see Cosette's amigo whenever she is lying down at my feet, sitting next to me at my desk, or retrieving.

I comfort myself with the knowledge that he is at a no-kill shelter that genuinely cares about him and cares about placing him in a home that is better suited to his behavioral needs, but it is still hard, and I am heartbroken.

 


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