I remember one winter evening, before sunset, when our canine friend Tralfaz was maybe two or three years old. He and I walked up a hill toward the light gray sky, flat and uniform as a coat of paint, and before us was the snow-swept landscape, equally gray. It looked like we had come to the end of the earth, maybe the end of the universe, and there was no one I would rather be with there than my fine, fine dog.
Well, he got there before me, alone. We had to put Tralfaz down last night.
More tomorrow.
13 comments:
Oh, no. I'm so sorry.
“A good dog never dies. He always stays. He walks beside you on crisp autumn days when frost is on the fields and winter’s drawing near. His head is within our hand in his old way.” - M. Davies
I'm sorry for your loss of a fine companion and friend.
Puffin
So sorry. I have been there.
Sorry, man. Been there. It's hard.
No matter how much you can prepare or how many times you do it, it's not easy. I'm sorry you're having to go through this right now.
so sorry
So sorry Fred. Been there, does that, still miss that gentle nudge from a cold nose and the look that says 'Pet me?'
Condolences.
That's so sad, Fred. Our condolences.
Sorry to hear, Fred. I wish I had words to soften the blow. All I can think of is that the time you had together was a treasure.
What can I say? They leave a hole in your heart that never completely fills up.
So very sorry for your loss, pal. []
From Flangepart.
The Barbara said to say hey. Being with her eleventh dog, she knows better than I what you're feeling. Like she says, "it's better to love then while we have them, than never know them at all."
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