Dear Izzy…

Dear little Izzy,

I will miss our runs together. I will miss deck naps, couch naps, bed naps and having dinner on the deck while you fling your furball body at the glass slider, desperately trying to eat mine. I will NOT miss your early morning greetings, tail a wagging, biting the underside of my neck, ears, face (ouch!) and blocking me from the door to outside or how you trample Mommy (carrying my breakfast above her head) so that she tumbles and kibble goes everywhere to your delight and my despair. I will miss the racket you make when I announce an intruder (ups, usps, fed ex) and it makes me feel so justified! I will NOT miss your sharky frenzies, when only my extremities will do for biting.. I’m not sure yet about how I feel when you pine for your Mommy and Daddy and ignore mine. Frankly, it’s amusing to watch them trying to distract you and then it’s not (I’m feeling ignored and jealous here) and now you’re gone and I think I like it. 🤔

Love,

Heidi