Last night I woke up in tears. I'd been dreaming about Flynn, dreaming of the worst memory I have of him. He was trying to get on to the bottom of my bed, but was all tangled up in wires and bandages and making that awful noise he made before he died.
This morning I am really looking forward to picking up Dexter tomorrow. I've just bought him two tiny teddies to cuddle up with - he's one of nine and going to be really lonely until he gets used to us.
Sad memories yet happy times to come.
Am I nervous? Hell, yes. The responsibility of bringing up another dog is HUGE.
Am I excited? Yes, I can't wait to see how much he's grown.
Am I still feeling guilty? Hell, yes and that's the worst feeling.
But it has to pass because, although there will always be a place in my heart for my lovely boy, Flynn, I also have to make room in it for Dexter.
If I can make it interesting enough, I'm going to do a blog post about Dexter once a week. I'm sure I can add a few cute photos....