As a person who loves dogs and understands the life-long commitments in sharing my life with fur-children, I know certain truths. Those truths are how much a part of my life they become. How much they fill my life with loyal companionship, constant joy, and reciprocated unconditional love. That there will inevitably come a day when I will have to face the anguish that comes with their short life’s gifts and lessons and have to say goodbye and let them go because I love them that much.
Last week, I held my sweet, beautiful Dockers in my lap, wrapped in my arms, his fur wet with my tears as he went to sleep and drew his last breaths of life. A life that he eagerly and lovingly embraced. He was larger than life. Dockers was 15 years and 2 months old – a life way too short. He shared his life with me when he adopted us at 3 months old. Wasn’t it just yesterday? His heart still beat strong and through his last days he never gave up. If his failing kidneys would have just given my boy more time, he’d still be with me.
I know he’s hanging out with his beauty of a son, Nikita. They are anxiously waiting together for me so we can play our favorite game of ball. Until then, my Loves…
My Beloved Dockers 1999-2014.
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