I mentioned on Sunday that I was struggling, that it was a tough day. Well, so was yesterday, though for entirely different reasons.
When my in-laws moved overseas, the Hubs and I inherited their dogs. Now, I’ve never had dogs before. The only pets I’ve had were two fish, one of which died within a week. . .not that I’d have gotten attached to a fish, anyway!
I did, however, get very attached to these two:
Yesterday, they were coming home from our neighbors across the street, and someone hit them. Both of them. Duke (the Boxer-y black mutt in the first picture) died immediately, but my sweet Dixie girl (the Blue Heeler) survived the night. This morning, she slipped away too.
This is how I remember them – Dixie intent on the task at hand, playing with her people because she loves them, and Duke intent on. . .well, running! And the unbridled joy and sense of adventure that comes with it. Sometimes the Hubs would only have to say his name a few times, and he’d get so excited he just couldn’t stand to not be running – and off he’d go!
Oh, how I miss their sweet presence, and they’ve only just left.