When the Frenchie was a Puppy

Throughout my life, I have had the pleasure of owning 8 different dogs, including my two present lovelies; Bebop the Pug and LeRoy the French Bulldog.




LeRoy is the first dog who was a puppy when I got him. He was just eight weeks old and he was the cutest thing I had ever seen and has turned into the best dog I have ever had {as far as how well he listens to me} and I can only guess it's because I had him from the beginning.











To give you an idea of his size ...Bebop was 3 years old here and full grown and LeRoy must have been at least three months old here because he was wearing his first collar that was so big at first, I used a ribbon instead.


Brothers ...love each other {they're the same size now}







Just one of the toys.


Unfortunately, LeRoy was bittersweet. He was a replacement for my Boston Terrier who had been hit by a car and died 7 days prior, on my 28th birthday. He was only two years old. When I look at these puppy pictures of LeRoy, emotions that I did not know were still floating around surface and turn into tears. It marks such a difficult time in my life.










LeRoy is super sensitive to my emotional state. He gets very worried if I am upset. I just had a realization recently that this could possibly result from my massive crying spells due to the loss of the other dog. LeRoy would just lie on my chest while I sobbed and petted him. It was quite apparent that I was already in love with the new puppy but still a wreck over the loss of Billy.


It's not something I really think about or correlate with LeRoy until I look at LeRoy's puppy pictures. And then it all just comes back up. I wonder how long it will take me to get over that ...or if I ever will. Are there just some events in your life that will remain sensitive until we are well into our nineties? Will I still tear up remembering this particular and tragic time in my life? I guess I'll have to wait and see.



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