Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Goodbye Guys


So you have these puppies. And you raise them. And you love them. And they get you through the bad times. And when you cry, they nuzzel you. And when you laugh, they laugh with you. And you swim and they jump in the water. And you get a new artner for life, and they relish him.

Then one day, one of the pups gets sick. But he hangs in there - because he is waiting for his friend. Sure, he sleeps, but he is waiting. And then the other gets sick. His artheritis gets worse than ever (Ashford hurt even to be carried up the stairs, much less walk), he starts to lose wieght (Ashford!).

So you do the best thing you can for the dogs (becasue would do anything and have done everything for you). You help them go to sleep comfortably. And they don't hurt and they lay in their chair the last time, and smile once again, and lick your hand goodbye.

And then you cry.

Thanks Lynn and Bradley for being there.

And thanks Ashford and Hastings for being the best dogs ever. There are about a billion times I wouldn't have made another awful / hard / emotional day except for you two. So go play ball again in dog heaven. Because I don't believe in that crap - but I know you are there.