I should be very happy today. My new book, Accidentally Yours, the first book in my Yours by Design series, is live on Kindle today. I should receive the print proof tomorrow, and I don’t expect any problems with it, so after I correct a few minor errors which the wonderful and talented Wendi Sotis (author of Promises, Dreams and Expectations, All Hallow’s Eve, and The Gypsy Blessing) found while formatting Kindle for me, I’ll accept the proof online and we’ll have a book launch with a giveaway here on Jane Started it.
However, I cannot be cheerful. Our beloved Yorkie Poo, Toby, who has been with us for nine years, is in the veterinarian’s office with pancreatitis. I never thought I would be one of those ladies who loves a house dog, but I am. He won my heart, and it’s going to be hard to let him go. The doctor will try to save him, but I’ve already researched this, and I think that rather than let him suffer, we’ll have to have him put to sleep.
He isn’t Snoopy, Lassie, Beethoven, Benji, Eddie, Old Yeller, or Petey. There was no TV show or movie about him, but he is famous in his own way. He often went to the pre-school at our church with my husband and visited the children, and he’s come to my school programs. Larry took him kayaking often; Toby sat in a basket on the boat. When he was a puppy, Larry took him bike riding in a basket nearly every week. He made us laugh, fighting the seat belt in the car as Larry fastened it. Toby thought the belt was attacking Larry, and he was his master’s defender. I liked having Toby home with me, because he always let me know if anyone was at the door. He is gentle, loving, friendly, and obedient, and he never wanted anything but to be loved. He has never hurt anyone in his short life.
I checked on him at two o’clock last night. He had been vomiting, so we put him in his cage instead of letting him sleep with us. Usually, he barks when he’s in the cage, but not last night. He just sat there with his big, sad, beautiful eyes and looked at me. My heart is breaking.