We said goodbye to our dear friend yesterday.
He went peacefully. He gave it up so quick, with no fight. A part of him must have been ready. There was no pain anymore and his head rested in my hands. His eyes fixed into mine. I kissed his forehead and he was gone. Just that quick.
I’m sure it will take me some time to get over the death of my very first dog. He was trouble, he was sweet, he was a mess, he cost us more money then we ever anticipated but we loved him.
Goodbye dear friend.
September 1997 (estimated entry into the world)
July 1998 (found emaciated on the streets of Chicago, chained for days near St. Michael’s Church)
September 1998 – January 2010, learned how to be a dog again and live.