Toni Crowe
Jul 15 · 1 min read

My beloved dog died six years ago; I still don’t have another dog.

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For the first two years after Reno died, I did not go to work on his death day; I sat at home at did nothing. I had his company for sixteen years. On his death day, I have a very distracted, very bad day. Thinking about the loss of that small dog, messes me up. He was a Shi Tzu, so was beautiful, manipulative, and stubborn. I have not gotten another dog. I don’t think I am ready. I was unprepared for the depth of…