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We knew it would happen someday. I secretly hoped you would live forever. You are my hoofer, my snuggle buddy, my messieurs le pew, my handsome boy. So many names for you. So many years with you. You have been our boy since we rescued you at 18 months. Now you are 14 and 1/2 years old. In case you didn't get the memo that's pretty old for a boxer. I thought I could write a glorious post about your life and how amazing you are but I can't. I'm not ready yet. I know you're ready. I know Gabby Girl is waiting. Thank you for being our dog. Thank you for being mine. I love you to the moon and back.

August. What can I say about August? It was crazy. Not in a good way. I haven't been knitting. The past two weeks I've been in a horrible headspace trying to wrap my head around events and consequences of people's actions. It's better. It's feeling better. Talking with D has made it better. Welcome to September Blog. I've missed you. Thanks for hanging with me while I work this shit out. Even the darkest times have a light to guide the way, you just need to find your light.