I've divorced twice and never felt this kind of grief over losing a husband. (They are replaceable now-a-days. Cynic that I am.) I don't even want to imagine losing either parent or one of my two children or six grandchildren. If losing Crockett is this bad, I'll be a basket case for sure if I lost a two legged loved one.
Today, I want to remember what Crockett has given me. He gave me patience to earn his trust. He gave me joy when he bounded and awe when he ran at full speed. He gave me an infection when he bit me. And I never blamed him for biting me, although he flinched when I touched him for about a week after he bit me. It was my fault, why should I get angry at the dog? He was my protector when anyone (even friends) got too close. He even jumped at our County Commissioner who was about to give me a 'side ways hug' one day at the dog walk track. He protected the car when I left him in it and went shopping -- get near my car and Crockie came at you barking loudly. He gave me music when the sirens sounded. He finally gave me tiny little barely touching kisses with his tongue, when he wanted to, not always when I wanted him to. And I learned from Crockett that sometimes, less is more. He also woke me up in the middle of the night when he 'smelled' whatever was coming into the yard. He introduced me to two wonderful friends that I'd never have known without him. For the short time (less than two years) that Crockett was in my life, he has given me much more than I could ever thank him for. Even including an infection and nights interrupted by barking. I'd give an arm or a leg or both to have him back. But since he's not coming back, I'll hug my Casey girl, the WonderDog, and remind her that she is never going outside without a leash. And I hope I am always friends with Auntie Deb and N.W. because of Crockett.
Homeless Fur Kid
Burrows into Hearts
Exits too Soon
Leaving Friendships to Bloom.
Thank you, Crockett, for what you've given me.
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