As the photo suggests, he was my career counselor.
We have no kids, so there you go–he was our boy.
September 11, 2012– Seems like just yesterday when he hopped in our car in the parking lot of SafeHaven Humane Society. I placed a dog cookie on my shoulder and waited…all of about two seconds. He took the cue…and the cookie…and he was ours.
When you say goodbye to your pet, you’re not just feeling the loss and the emptiness, and, for many of us, wishing we could rewrite the script for his, and your, benefit.
You’re closing a chapter in your life. In this case, an abbreviated chapter.
Thanks, Boo. I’ll miss your spirited, though unsolicited, paw shakes during afternoon snack time and, most of all, your enthusiastic front-door greetings.