My dog died yesterday and I am really devastated.
He was my rock living here in France before I had kids. He saw us get married, went on numerous vacations with us (skiing, Italy, road trips around France, I flew him back and forth to the US a few times…) He saw us bring home 3 babies from the hospital, and transitionned from being the “only” baby, to the furbaby at the bottom of the totem pole. He moved 3 times with us, and went to the “dentist” more often then I ever have in France. He was my walking partner, my shadow, my friend… He was a silent (well, non speaking) witness to our transition into a family and was a great part of it. I’ll miss him forever.
Here’s to hoping wherever his spirit is now there is a nice, hot, sunny porch with lots of beds for him to lounge in and lots of mini tennis balls to play with.