I try not to be sad anymore but sometimes, like today, it's very difficult.
17 December is the day we had to let our Toby go, and that was 2 years ago. The days have flown by.
His photos take pride of place both on shelves and in his scrapbook, but the memories take pride of place in our hearts.
These photos were the first we ever took of him. He was 5yrs old when we were honoured that he chose us.We brought him home and he settled at once. His trust was amazing and I still remember these poses.
One of the rossettes split in half. One bit was useless but the other half was ok. However, I'm not sure it sits right on the page so may take it off.
I left the grungeboard letters in the raw as the colour matched the pages.
Just look at him and how he is laying. He looks so sorry for himself. He used to stay like that for ages. Such a poser!
Well, I don't need an anniversary, good or bad, to think of him. I can still feel his velvet coat, hear his 'snoring' and many a time I find myself talking to him. The only thing I really miss is holding him.......