I am very sad to report that Mr.B crossed Rainbow Bridge during early June.
I have to content myself with the thought that we did everything we could to keep him alive with a good quality of life.
The life after his passing was extremely tough for us. He was our security blanket and all the dreadful events, such as Brexit, mass shootings, terror attacks, etc, felt like body blows to knock us over again and again. How much we missed his furry cute face…
My iPhone screensaver which was deleted after his death.
I was sinking in the depth of despair and didn’t know how to get out of it. The emptiness I felt was numbing and I was a grief-stricken zombie. Then Hubbie suggested if he could invite my mum so she could comfort me.
Mum’s visit materialised at the end of July and her presence comforted me immensely. She stayed with us for 2 weeks and during her whirlwind holiday, she urged me to have another dog.
Even though I felt guilty towards Mr.B, I really desperately missed a life with a furry companion. I wanted to reminisce about him but I was also afraid of doing so because I would be too sad about his absence. With flood of tear, I confessed my dilemma to Hubbie and we decided to look for a puppy.
After calling around with a list from the Kennel Club, we found a Yorkie puppy.
Meet our Bella.
She is 8 weeks old. Very naughty and energetic.
With her on our side, we can talk about Mr.B. How cute he was and how we enjoyed the life with him. Through Bella, Mr.B comes alive again…