I’m so glad I had so many adorable puppies when I lost Reba. Adjusting to life without her is a process. The worst is getting up ( and remembering she’s gone) feeding time ( one less bowl) and going to bed (missing her snuggled up next to me, her spot for 13 years). Seeing these sweet little faces is like therapy ( until Majesty reminds me of what Reba looked like as a baby, something about her sweet little ears) I love the puppy breath, and sweet little kisses ( even the bites) I love how the litter mates interact. It is beyond sweet!!