Boys Grow Up, Dogs Grow Old

Last night our dog died.

Milhous, you were a good dog.  I remember the fist time I met you.  It was night and I could only make out your profile in the lit doorway.  You were a ball of energy with a curly tail.  I am pretty sure that you jumped on me, because you did that to just about everyone back then.

You were with Marty before me.  I often told people that the dog came with the marriage.  However, on nights when I was home alone, I felt a little more comfortable knowing there was a big dog in the house.  Even though, if an intruder ever did get in the house, all you would is lick his face and try to play with him.

Whenever people asked us what kind of dog you were, we just replied. "The brown kind."  You were a pound puppy through and through and we will miss you.

Comments

[Mayhem]

I'm so sorry! How are the kids doing with the loss of a pet?

[Laundry & Children]

The kids are doing surprisingly well. We thought that there would be some hysterics, but, while they are sad, they are taking it in stride.

[Jill]

Oh, my heart breaks for you. Losing a pet is so hard, even when it is a hamster, which is going to happen to us any day now :(