I have lost interest in almost everything since we lost Quincy on July 16. Life seems to be slowly getting back on track but things are so different now. It has gotten so quiet without Quincy's whining and singing when he wanted to eat or go potty and without his intensely wagging tail that would knock down everything around.
I miss you terribly, puppy. I hope you have lots of unlocked fridges to empty where you are right now, and I am very sorry for not taking better care of you when you were so sick. We had no idea you were suffering quietly.