It's incomprehensible, but Barb's beautiful dog Fiona is gone. I put all the photos I could find of her here as a sort of memorial. If I find more, I'll add them.
It doesn't compute, somehow, that she isn't still with us, that she really was hit by a car the day after Christmas. I can think it and understand it, but then I still expect her to come padding happily in from the living room when I'm sitting in Barb's kitchen.
She was only around for seven or eight weeks, but I had truly gotten to know and love her.
Damn. It's just not right.