If you’ve never had a pet, or owned a pet, you probably don’t understand the loss of a pet. I get it. I know people don’t understand the emotional attachment people develop with a pet. However, losing a pet means losing a family member to many of us. We lost a beloved family member last week, so I’m honoring my “little brother” today. Here’s to you Foster Bad.
Mom hated when me and my sister called him Foster Bad. We couldn’t help it. It was just so funny. He loved it. His little butt would wag faster when we did it. Of course, the high pitched voices we used probably set off the wagging butt, but who cares. He was a devil….drew blood on a few people.
We loved him, and will miss hip. Rest in Peace Foster Bad.