Abandoned
We already had two dogs. “He has to stay outside.”
My first response to this little stinky dachshund’s arrival.
Within days
He was inside: house, heart.
His personality had taken hold of me. I could turn him out no longer.
Black wiry fur
He looked like one of those pot bellied pigs people keep for pets.
His love for food: comical.
His eyes and wobbly walk
Expressions and personality
Quirky, winning
Always wanting to be near you.
eyes begging
For love in any form
Food
Touch
Toys
He loved toys
Especially the squeakers
Sniffing and snorting with excitement
Throw, chase, tug, growl, repeat
Those little nails clicking on the floor
He loved to dig outside in the yard
Nose fresh with brown dirt.
And bury himself
in blankets
Stealing dirty socks and shirts to feather his nest.
Five years.
Diabetes and divorce, Insulin and lawyers
A new normal, soon back to our old playful selves
Taking the shots well
Another year, out on our own
Ready partner in this new life
Steady
Holding
Hopeful
Another move
closer
New loves, New job, New town
Family
He was a bridge, a band aid. Ambassador healer
Slowing down, he grayed and limped.
How old is he?
We don’t know.
His adventures do not stop.
Convertible rides
Nose out the window
He is the portable star
Covered with kisses
It’s been a while since he chased a toy.
But his costume takes home first place anyway
Shaky
Seizures
He’s just old.
This is the sad part
Full of hot tears and burning regret
It is the end
Endings can be long or short
Which one is best?
Guilt and Pain a lesson to grow me.
Forgive me. Next time, I’ll do better.
Let me carry you in my heart.
We were not
Ready
To say goodbye.
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