He's getting old. He will be 13 this year. He can't hear me anymore. We communicate by hand gestures that I taught him as puppy in anticipation for the day when his world might so silent. He can't hear me call his name so I bang on things and somehow he has figured out those thumps means "Shell wants me" and he always comes running when he feels the vibrations. He's always been so so smart...and so so loyal. I remember the day only a few months ago that he stopped following me around as I got ready for work. I laid down on the floor with him and cried. He's my pal. He's my shadow. My ever present protector. He still follows me when he's feeling up to it. He still chases that Frisbee and leaps to catch it, even tho he misses most of the time. He stumbles when he
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| Sandy Hook Beach, Our Favorite place |
lands, he trips up the stairs and falls when he tries to jump into the car but he still sits me with... back against my leg - looking out to make sure nothing comes too close,that no one will hurt me. I try to prepare myself for the day he's not here but I don't think I can really prepare for the heartache his passing is going to bring. The day I brought him home, this little stinky scared little guy was THE best best best best day ever. You are simply the best Bud.
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| At my feet,always... |
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