He came into my life about the time my son joined the Air Force and I became an empty nester. We had an instant bond the first time we met and it only got stronger the 14+ years we were together. I miss him terribly.
Three months shy of 15 years is how long he was around. His fur went from black and brown to gray and white…kind of like me. I guess we were definitely a match.
I didn’t realize just how much I talked to him now that he isn’t around. I’m still talking to him but in a different way. Even in the larger motorhome he still managed to lie down right in my path so I was always stepping over him. I wish I still had to do that.
I didn’t realize just how much my life was centered around him, especially now that I’m an RVer. I couldn’t just let him out the back door like I did when we were still in my house. We were up at 6:30 in the morning for our first walk (AARGH) and the last one was around 8:30, with four or five walks in between those hours.
I'm feeling directionless now. Part of me wants to go right out and replace him but I'm not going to do that. When he was still around I remember saying that after his passing I probably wouldn't get another dog. What was I thinking? Now that I'm alone I realize just how much he added to my life and another dog can do that, in time.
He always got the ends of any banana that I ate. He recognized the sound of me peeling a banana and waited patiently for his pieces.
No offense to the small dog owners reading this post, but he was so regal when we walked past the small yappy dogs who were going ballistic as we walked by. Being so dramatic seemed to be beneath him and he walked past them like they weren’t even there. Yet he was friendly to all the dogs, especially the ones that were happy to see him. Sort of sounds like a human trait.
We spent more time together living in my motorhome. When it was decent outside (that's the subject of my next post...weather) he'd woof at the people walking by to let them know he was around and to say hi.
I’ve given up on mascara for the time being because I never know when the tears are going to come. At times the pain is almost unbearable and I wish it would go away. I know it will with time. But I loved him so much and I won’t take short cuts as I mourn his passing.
Thanks, Big Guy, for all the wonderful times we had together. I miss you so much.