Admittedly, Mondays with Tyson have taken a dip. Ted and I lost the long run of Mondays with him due to work and school obligations and now I have this tremendous guilt looming over me. It almost feels like abandonment. Atop that, I saw this video online today about a small pooch, left for dead in a trash pile, blind and needing surgery. The little guy was one of those teacup mini poodle type purse dogs. How can you just throw something away like that?  And so my guilt looms about not getting to see Tyson today. I have not seen Tyson in two weeks and can't make it up to see him until tomorrow, so while I study I am filled with guilt. I miss the boy so much.

I miss how he breathes in my smell by first exhaling and then taking a long, slow sniff. How he gets so excited once he hears my voice. I miss the little spot between his eyes that he loves to have rubbed, going straight into coo mode...

And alas how I am ignoring my homework as I think more about him than opening the book in front of me to get in some study time. How can one dog take over my heart so much? How can anyone ever throw away a little guy into a trash, or even send them outside without food or warmth, or even push them from a car window while speeding down a highway...How can anyone even do what was done to Tyson?

Sweet boy. He deserved better. And now with the help of Pasado's he is getting it, and will continue to do so.