It's been a week since we said goodbye to our sweet Old Man. I've wanted to post this numerous times but couldn't see through my tears.
Today, the sun is shining and it's his favorite kind of day so this tribute only seemed appropriate.
Even though he was 16, you're never prepared for their absence. We tried to mentally accept our limited time but our heads couldn't convince our hearts.
I met this sweet face six years ago when I started dating Super Hunk. The story goes...I knew right away Super Hunk was the man for me but I fell in love with his dog first.
Just look at this face...
He had a howl that sent chills up your spine. It was so awful, you couldn't help but love it. He was never any trouble and required very little. In fact, much like Super Hunk, he preferred to observe instead of participate.
Until it came to snuggles. He'd come, for a brief moment, to fill his love cup...
And then he was done. Just enough to say "I love you"...but not too much to be considered a nuisance.
He was the silent, strong, leader of our pack.
Like many dogs, he liked balls...even things resembling balls...like a tomato that fell from my grocery bag. "There's something not right about this round thing."
But, at the end of the day, the frisbee had his heart. He loved nothing more...and could care less if others were around or not. To him, it was all he needed for complete and utter happiness.
So I dedicate this to the easiest dog I've ever loved. He and his frisbee will always hold a special, quiet place in my heart!
|RIP Fitzgerald, "Old Man"|