My dog, Mandy, died on the highway over a year ago. I have Sadie now, and I love her dearly.
So why do I still go looking for Mandy?
I find myself searching for her at Wayside Waifs every few days. Which is really stupid, since she's buried on the back of our place.
This morning I found her replica. It gave me cold chills, and made me want to go get that puppy now!
Except of course, it wouldn't be Mandy. She wouldn't do the same things Mandy did, or act like her. And I'd always be expecting that, which would be unfair to her.
Yeah, I'm pathetic. And no, we're not going to go get her.
On the left is the real Mandy as a puppy. On the right is her (almost) lookalike, the one I found today.