Dale took down the fence around the balcony that we put up for Cuddy's safety. It was a constant reminder, and one has to do all things possible to be okay. I am a mess, my face is wet, and my heart hurts as if I was shot by a cannon ball.
Remember me talking about our wren house? Well, yesterday Dale realized it was filled with wasps. We didn't realize it cuz the bird house was tucked back of the hanging petunia plant. He got out the wasp spray, and we tied the house in a plastic bag to throw away. Just have to accept the fact that wrens do not care to live by us.
Now, I must learn to live without Cuddy in my life. My saving thought is that my Emma reached out for Cuddy's paw, and she pulled him up to heaven where she can take care of him. Lord knows, she'll protect him, cuz she's a terrorist and isn't afraid of protecting those she loves. I know this first hand.