Here we are at another Christmas Eve.
It's a good day because, YAY! Christmas! But it's also a sad day, because Cliff the Mutt is gone.
16 years ago today I sped to the Sonoma County Humane Society to bring this scruffy little monkey faced bundle of fur home. He was the best present I ever got. Yes, ever.
It's hard to believe he's been gone almost three years, which means The Squeaks are almost three years old.
I still believe part of Cliff stayed behind in Ru because the mannerisms are too similar and they never met face to face.
Christmas Eve will always have a special meaning thanks to that little monster that curled up in my lap after I got home and stole my heart for good.
May you all have a joyous Christmas and have someone, human or not, special to make or recall a memory. If you know some that is alone, make it so they aren't.
Thanks for watching over me Cliffy Mutt.
Mama still thinks of you every day and loves you bunches and bunches.