....but here we are....I'm a lot older than the last time I did. 11 years to be exact....This July I'll be 70....WTH! Where did the time go? In one of my more insane moments I decided to buy a miniature poodle puppy. What 69 year old woman in her right mind gets a puppy? I named him Angelo.
He's named for my father's brother who died at 6 weeks old from the Spanish Flu. My Dad used to take my grandmother once a month to the cemetery to visit the grave of Angelo and her stillborn infant, Giovanni. Just before Dad died I took him to the cemetery to visit the grave of his baby brothers. So Angelo (Italian for Angel) is not just an angel to me after the loss of my beloved Luigi the Cockapoo but a nod and tribute to my Dad.
