Holiday Blues

They say that the holidays are the worst when you've lost someone. I never realized how much it was true until this year. I find myself thinking about Christmas and wanting to cry, strangely enough. After losing both Briar and Belfie, I knew that Christmas was going to be hard but I never thought it was going to be this rough. Belfie's been gone for 7 and a half months and Briar for a month and a half and Christmas has never been harder. I keep thinking about how this time of year I would be home from college lounging about all day with my babies eating Christmas cookies and watching Christmas movies or wrapping gifts and trying to keep all the puppy fur out of the presents. I think about how I miss their fat little faces and kissing them and loving on them.

Although they're gone, I know they were hard at work at getting my family Christmas gifts. They managed to wrangle my mom and dad a new little monster for Christmas, named Moses. A two and a half month old Saint Bernard. Moses is also a gift to me since he is my new sibling. =) And they did even more than that for me. This year for Christmas I'll be rescuing a senior of my own and I thank my little angels for helping me get him or her as fast as things have gone.

So while I'm missing my babies and trying not to be so blue, I'll just have to remember all of the happy memories and gifts they've given me. Merry Christmas my little angels. Sissy loves you and misses you.