You were the saddest looking dog that I had ever seen. The shelter was no place for you and they couldn’t let you stay there. I had promised Jim at least a couple of weeks off before the next foster was to come in, but you couldn’t wait. And I couldn’t let you. So home you came with me.
Right from the start we knew our hearts were in big trouble. You didn’t care about much except food and being warm. You were hesitant to come for attention, almost as if you didn’t trust that it was all real. But once you knew it was real, you were an absolute love bug, always looking for attention, playing the clown and looking at us with such sweet old eyes.
We tried to find out exactly what was wrong with you but both Kevin and the neurologist both said that whatever it was, it most likely couldn’t be fixed. We didn’t want to keep putting you thru test after test and you weren’t in pain so we left you alone. Instead we tried to make your life as much fun as possible. It took trying a couple of things but swimming was your fav. Every week as we drove out to the pool, you would get more and more excited the closer we got.
I miss you already. I miss you welcoming me at the door with that silly dirty yellow duck, I miss stumbling over you in the kitchen at dinner time, I miss that sweet look on your face. I miss the little nibbles on my ear. I even miss having to wipe the food off your nose after you had eaten.
5 months was not long enough. Rest sweetly old man.
