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Poor little Spookie was having some inappropriate urination issues so I took her to the vet yesterday and she has a UTI. 🧡👻🎃

We are resting.

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She pulled my robe in with her so she had something to curl up on.

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Spookie would like to show you her new bow.

She’s growing up! ❤️

Just some dog-life updates, and missing Raven ❤️
Spookie started her second heat cycle, so that’s been… fun. 😂 Henry rolled around in the arena sand and came home absolutely filthy and requiring an emergency bath. Reese continues to be ridiculously cute and perfect.
And then there was one of those strange little moments that gets you.
I was writing a post about Rainbow Bridge Day and basically pontificating about how I don’t actually know if I believe in the whole Rainbow Bridge thing. I desperately want to believe that we see them again, but none of us really knows what happens after this life.
While I was literally typing that, Spookie walked over and brought me a little rainbow charm.
Okay, universe. I see you. 🌈
Raven has been on my mind even more than usual lately. September 10 will be one year since we lost her, and I genuinely cannot wrap my head around that. She was only 2½ years old, and losing her affected me more profoundly than I ever could have imagined. She was so incredibly special to me. My poor husband is so heartbroken. He can still barely even talk about it.

I still don’t know that this is something I’m ever going to fully recover from. I think maybe you just learn how to carry it.
So for now: Spookie is hormonal, Henry is filthy, Reese is adorable, and I’m still missing Raven like hell. ❤️

Just help yourself there, Spookie.

The vet keeps a container of treats on the counter.

We have been busy lately, but wanted to say hi.

Henry slipped on the floor and pulled a muscle, so he is on “rest”. Mama gave him some CBD and he acts a little funny now.
Reese is busy picking up the slack protecting the house. I am in training because Papa says I am a bad girl because I ate his remote and I chewed up his shoes. I mean, I think he shouldn’t leave his stuff out right??

Besides, there’s nothing wrong with having a bad girl era!

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Spookie went in a date with Stanley today.

We are watching Cooper for the weekend. He’s a sweet boy and fits in easily very well-behaved. He was Raven‘s father so sometimes it makes me a little sad when he’s here, but he doesn’t remind me of her too much.

Repeat after me: I do not need another dog. I do not need another dog. I do not need another dog. Both of these dogs need homes and I am an experienced former vet tech. The Blenheim has recently had PDA surgery and the tricolor has an open fontanelle and umbilical hernia and at 16 weeks old. She’s only 3.4 pounds.

I do not need another dog. I do not need another dog.

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I wanted to share something that’s been on my heart and see if anyone else has experienced something similar.
I lost my beloved Raven on September 10, 2025, and for a long time I never dreamed about her.
But recently, something has changed.
I’ve started having incredibly vivid dreams where Raven comes into my room, crawls up onto my bed just like she used to, and for a few beautiful moments, I know she’s with me.
Then I wake up.
As I become fully awake, she slowly fades into a shadow…and then she’s gone.
Every single time.
These dreams are so real that they leave me crying when I wake up.
I don’t know what they mean. Maybe they’re simply the way my grief is changing. Maybe they’re my heart trying to heal. Maybe they’re something more. I honestly don’t know, and I’m not trying to convince myself of any one explanation.
At the same time, I’ve been struggling with a decision that has my heart completely tangled.
A puppy named Beatrice came into my life through the rescue where I volunteer. She was born with a PDA (a congenital heart defect), and I helped get her into surgery as quickly as possible. She’s doing wonderfully now, but the foster family I thought was going to adopt her isn’t able to.
Now I’m trying to decide whether she belongs with us.
I have three wonderful dogs already, so this isn’t a decision I’m taking lightly. I don’t know if my emotions are coming from grief, from love, or from something I can’t explain. I’m not sure if afourth dog is a good idea.
Before I go to sleep, I’ve found myself saying this:
“Raven, I love you. If there’s something you want me to understand, I’ll listen. And if there isn’t, that’s okay too. Help me have peace with whatever decision is right.”
I’m not asking anyone to tell me what my dreams mean. I’d just love to hear from others who have experienced something similar after losing a beloved animal, especially if the dreams didn’t begin until long after they were gone.
Thank you for reading. ❤️ I included pictures of both of them. Raven is the black and tan.

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Flirting with Leo and Winston. 😘😍❤️