- Fri Feb 18, 2011 12:00 pm
After reading through the previous seven pages I sat back in my chair and looked out the window - but I wasn't really seeing anything except in my mind's eye. I'm watching my late Australian Shepherd, Nuzzle, jump the fence - again and in spite of my shouts - and start swimming in the neighbor's pool - again. And that's just the start of a flood of good memories that are often triggered by the news of the passing of another good dog somewhere, known and unknown. The pain is still there; she died in the backseat as I raced like a madman down the highways from our local vet to the closest pet hospital nearly two hours away, but it was too late. It still brings a lump to my throat almost two years later. Both are still with me, the joy of our time together and the pain of her loss, as they will be with you, Tom, and all of us who have lost a beloved dog that has shared so much with us. I feel for you, because it won't get any better, but at least like all of us you will have the joyful memories like the ones in the pictures you shared to balance out the current pain.
Somebody else is going to have to watch the door for me now. Make sure to keep the riff-raff out. Outcast (RIP)