Saturday, October 24, 2009
The old "That's the way things go" hits you SMACK in the face. Or rips your heart right out of your stupid, unsuspecting, happy-on-vacation little chest.
Yesterday evening, a week to the day that I left Alaska for a much anticipated visit home; Joey passed from this world. The thing that makes it hard for me is that he was all alone. Sometime between the time K. left for work at 5:00 P.M. and midnight he died in his sleep. K.'s cousin found him on the floor in front of the fireplace when he stopped by to check on the dogs on his lunch-break.
Joey has been with us for the entire time that K. and I have been together. I remember K. building a kennel for him before we were an official couple. I met K. and acquired Joey in the same month.
He would have been 10 years old in January.
I know he has a super deluxe doggie condo with the most awesome Frisbee supply and the best in-house harmonica player.
We miss him so much already.
If I had only known...
Rest easy, my Best Puppy.
January 2000-October 23, 2009.