Have you ever noticed how when your 11 year old dog dies you feel like you lost not just the friend that he became but also that little tiny puppy you brought home a decade ago?
Have you ever held your dead dog’s head in your lap while you cried about that loss?
Well I did today.
So I toast tonight to Rannin, my white German Shepherd. “May you bark all you want tonight. Without anyone yelling at you. Not even once.”
You were my first child. The first bond of love that my husband and I shared, before we were even married. And while we had a rocky beginning and a not so stellar ending, the middle more than made up for it.
At least for me.
And I will miss you.