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I hope so.
No house.
Terminal dog.
Car t boned by an idiot driver yet to be taken for an estimate because I’ve had to do literally everything due to his inability to even remember to pay bills anymore.
The once overly friendly dog is so traumatized by the loss of HIS beloved home too, has decided that *I* am “home” and must be defended at all costs, gotten snappy and has separation anxiety worse than I’ve ever seen in any dog, so much so that I had to run errands while hubby babysat him.
The dog who once loved to go everywhere with me happily and loved all people became a neurotic who went berserk if anyone came remotely close to the car.
Now he doesn’t even have his babysitter and I have God knows how many places I’ll have to go leaving him here alone.
All I can figure is that he watched strangers invade his home that day and never got to back so all strangers are enemies now.
In one day, he became a totally different dog.

The house fire set in motion a forced march through my own private hell.
Eventually cancer will win and I’ll lose him too.
I don’t know if I’ll survive that.
Already hanging by a thread.

God bless ALL of you for taking such care of me.
If you only knew how much I cherish my FR family….