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Little update on life - still working four days per week, still struggling to keep bread consumption to a minimum. Still trying not to kill two little people. Still living in Linthwaite.
My lovely Bruce died in March. Emma and George still shout "Bruce!" really enthusiastically every time they see a dog- be at a pug or a wolfhound, every dog is Bruce. Bruce was George's first word (well, Bruuu at least) I am still feeling really empty which is ludicrous as I have a lovely husband and family and TWINS. Ben keeps showing me ads for puppies but I keep telling him I am not ready and I need to think about things. Bruce has been a constant in my life. He was dressed in a suit at our wedding and stayed by my side all day. When me and Ben had our bad patch, when I was mortified about being pregnant, when I went into labour and he stayed right by me, whining when I was in pain...when I was up all night, when Ben was working away (which was a lot when the babies were tiny) he was always there with his head on my knee looking up at my with his big brown eyes. I think it's broken me