A Good Dog Down

Leo posted recently on saying goodbye to man's best friend. He reminded me of losing mighty Kuma 5 years ago with these notes:

I was with him and held his head in my arms as he died.

He was such a good dog, ... God I loved him.

Losing him was almost as bad as losing my dad earlier this year.

I hear you Leo and understand your pain. It won't be long now as I look at dear old GInger bear here laying on the floor mat. She is an Akita, a working breed—the big dogs for those who don't know AKC breakdowns. And being a big dog that means they are lucky to make it much past 10 years. Old Ginger is 13 now and I am amazed when I walk her how many people say "look at the puppy, how old is she?" I guess it's that pep in her step and happy racoon face. Always smiling as many dogs do.

In the last year, that pep is still there, but her walks are shorter nad shorter, and getting those rear legs off the floor is more of a chore. If we see another CHristmas with GInger, I will be surprised. But just like leo says, God I love that dog.