Tomorrow marks 3 months! In some ways, it is so hard to believe that my goofy, sweet boy has been gone that long. In other ways, it seems like yesterday that we were preparing him for his final journey, It is still hard to believe he is gone. We have spent the past week and EASTER holiday with my parents at their Florida home. It's been a wonderful week of relaxation and fun and togetherness. Tonight, as I began packing for our journey home, my thoughts turned to my sweet Eddy. This will be another first. It will be the first time going home from Florida, and not making a beeline to pick up my boy from the kennel! The last trip was last year in March, before any of the horrific nightmare of Eddys illness began. We returned home and my husband had to rush into work, so that left me to go get Eddy. I pulled into my husband's hunting club, where we kenneled him and I was greeted by a half dozen barking hunting dogs! Eddy was barking right along with them. When I got out of my car, he suddenly stopped and our eyes met. He started crying and running back and forth in his kennel. I went to let him out and he flew into my arms. I gathered his belongings and he hopped into the backseat of the suv and put his head between the two headrests and licked my face, still crying. It was a wonderful reunion! It made me so happy to be home! I had no idea that would be his last time being kenneled there... It is probably good that we don't know those things. Little did I know that day, that his days were numbered. As I pack up my things tonight, I wish I was heading to the kennel in the morning. People say it will get easier. I hope it will. I miss my boy.