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I just returned from my first overnight car camping trip with my 15 month old puppy. I was a bit nervous when we set out yesterday because Phoebe lives a pretty sheltered life right now and can be a little skittish at times. I had visions of her barking at every little twip snap and keeping half the campground up all night.
I couldn't have been more wrong. She was an angel and slept snuggled up to me all night long, even as my friends' 7 year old son did keep half the campground up with his less than whispered insistence every 15 minutes or so that it was definitely morning now and that we should all get up.
When we got home I posted something on FB to the effect of how happy I was with how Phoebe had behaved last night. My mother then sent me a text saying how relieved she was for me and how proud Corey would've been of his furry daughter. I promptly burst into tears and have been crying for the past half hour. It's so true and it makes me miss him even more. There is nothing he would've loved more than to be with us last night, talking and hanging out with friends and then snuggling up in the tent with his two girls.
No insights today, just a lot of unadulterated grief.