sniffle, cough, sniffle

Well, the first cold of the season is upon us. boo.  Keely has a nasty cough and all the drippiness and crankiness that goes with it. Poor little girl. The only good part is that she has been very loving and cuddly because she feels so bad. So folks, you'll know what I'll be doing for a couple of days I guess. 

This Saturday as we were leaving to go to the wedding, after stuffing ourselves into nice clothes and convincing Keely to leave her dress on, we get in the car and are starting to back out of our driveway. Our old neighbor was walking across the street. He has a tiny little terrier dog that is always with him, so my husband leaned out to ask if the dog was behind our car or not. Mr. J, our neighbor, shook his head and said he had to put him down the night before.  I jumped out of the car and ran over to him and gave him a hug. I've never touched him, much less hugged him, and he was quite stiff.  He got all choked-up and his eyes were tearing up…so of course, I start crying and then he sadly walked away with his head down.  We got back in the car to leave and my make-up is all goopy now and Keely is crying because I was. oy.  I feel so bad for Mr. J. He is old and alone. No wife, no children, no one but his doggie. His little pup was his constant companion and the only one he had. He had him for 14 years. They walked all over together. I remember when I was a teenager and he brought home the tiny puppy. He named him Tiger.  Tiger was good little pup. I loved to see Mr. J sitting on his porch, holding Tiger in his lap, baby talking him and kissing him. Such a tender thing from an seemingly tough man. I'm so sad for him. Loss is hard.

I must go play cars with my girl now…and return to my nose wiping duty.