Sunday, June 3, 2012
One Friend
This coming Thursday it will be 3 weeks since we said goodbye to you Howard. We miss you so much, and wish we could cross that Rainbow Bridge and grab you and bring you back, but maybe if we saw how happy you are there, we wouldn't want to.
It is so hard to come home and not have you here to greet us. When we bring in groceries, you are not here to trip over so excited to smell what is in the bags. When I was in Trader Joes last week, and saw the dog treats, I wanted to knock them all off of the shelf. How dare Trader Joes continue selling dog treats when you are not here to enjoy them!
The day you left us, we held you. Brad held your head in his hands and petted you, while you licked his hand as the doctor administered the medicine to put you to sleep. You slowly stopped licking, and were gone. Howard, I have never seen Brad so sad. He stood up, and dropped to the ground and sobbed. I had to help him in the house. You guys were always the best buddies. I brought you home, but you became Brad's dog when you two first laid eyes on each other.
We hear you all the time. We hear your nails scratching the wall when you roll over at night, listen for you to get up and get a drink of water, and hear your collar rattle when you shake...but then we realize those comfortable, familiar sounds are now just memories and our hearts break all over again.
It seems like just yesterday you were this cute little black puppy, wild and full of energy. I was only 25 years old myself. Where did the years go Howard? So many memories are wrapped around you...so many wonderful, wonderful memories that we will always make us smile and cry all at the same time.
Howard, we are glad you are no longer suffering, but we sure miss you buddy!
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...He is my other eyes that can see above
the clouds; my other ears that hear above
the winds. He is the part of me that can
reach out into the sea.
He has told me a thousand times over that
I am his reason for being: by the way he
rests against my leg; by the way he thumps
his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he
shows his hurt when I leave without taking him.
(I think it makes him sick with worry when he
is not along to care for me.)
When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive.
When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy, he is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, he ignores it.
When I succeed, he brags.
Without him, I am only another man. With him,
I am all-powerful.
He is loyalty itself.
He has taught me the meaning of devotion.
With him, I know a secret comfort and a
private peace. He has brought me understanding
where before I was ignorant.
His head on my knee can heal my human hurts.
His presence by my side is protection against
my fears of dark and unknown things.
He has promised to wait for me...
whenever...wherever--in case I need him.
And I expect I will--as I always have.
He is just my dog.
Oh Julie and Brad, this made me cry. I'm so sorry you have to go through that. We had to have our cat put to sleep several years ago, and I still will never forget how heartbroken Richard was. The cat became his best buddy when he was going through some really rough times. They had a special friendship.
Hugs again to you two.
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