It was two years ago, I had to put Jethro down.
It was a dark, dark day that went well into the night, roughly two weeks after having my soul curb-stomped. It was the first time I found myself on the floor weeping. I didn’t do that when the old lady left a few weeks earlier.
He was my best friend. One of my only ones at that point in my life. That look, which I got more than I wanted to, was his worried look. I’d be angry, bummed, lost in my thoughts. I’d look up and I’d see him staring at me like that.
I was blessed with an angel and he was taken away, way too soon. He was only 8 or 9.
I don’t hurt as much any longer. Just a twinge of sadness.
But I still miss him.
Inspected By Pat 
I cannot post images of The Dukester here… I am grieving with you my man… as it’s coming up on two years since I lost him suddenly to Hemangiosarcoma. Like Jethro, he was what I can only describe as a “Soul Dog”. A dog that so completely and utterly OWNS YOU that while still with you it’s unimaginable what life would be without him.
We can only rejoice in having been blessed by the company of such a creature. I loved him more than any other… Wive(s), Parents… CHILDREN… if you can imagine it.
Do I miss him? Yeah… like I miss the half of my heart he took with him.
I think you can relate.
That you were so early in recovery when it happened and hung in there speaks volumes as to the mettle of your soul.
God Bless.
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Don’t worry, he is “Standing To” at the foot of the rainbow bridge.
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