Yesterday, I had a hair appointment. The salon I go to only takes cash or checks and when I settled up, I used the last check in my checkbook. As soon as I got home I went to get a new checkbook before I would forget. We have a linen closet in the downstairs bathroom that we use as a place to store paperwork, paid bills, bank statements, etc.. That’s where we keep the box of blank checks. I’m in there pretty much every week. So when I opened the folding doors, I was suprised to see a photo lying on the shelf that I don’t remember seeing before. It was of my boy Gilligan. He’s been on my mind a lot lately because I knew we were somewhere near the one year anniversary of putting him down.
Now I’m terrible with dates. I have to repeat a little rhyme to remember my own wedding anniversary. I can remember months and seasons that things have happened, but not dates. So today, I searched my blog to find the post I wrote when we put him down. Yesterday was one year to the day.
Thank you my sweet Gilligan. Clever boy.