Terry got me these flowers - I think to try and cheer me up. He said he saw them, thought of me and just had to buy them. First of all, the only time I get flowers is on Valentine's day - only! Second of all, they were from one of the leading florists around here, not just the ones you get in the grocery store, so how did he "just happen" to see them. I'm not complaining, I'm just saying that I think he had alterior (sp?) motives that are hard for him to talk about. We're going to take them along on the trip and I've been thinking about lighting the candle on Christmas eve in honor of Tubby. I just thought it was such a sweet, thoughtful gesture on his part - which is so unlike him.


And look at the cute card the Vet's office sent. It had two wonderful poems in it by John Quealy, but I'll post those later. They wrote a little nice thing about how I showed my love for Tubby by letting him go, so I thought it was really nice of them and thought the card was cute.


Tonight is a bit easier than last night, and I'm sure tomorrow night will be better than tonight. One day at a time.