I can’t bring myself to write much on tonight’s topic. Tomorrow we say goodbye to Dobson. The tumor in his head is slowly but surely killing him and he’s in such pain. This is the right thing, the caring thing, to do.
But today we took him to the park. He got to play and meet some new dogs. He had fun, I think. We bought him a double quarter pounder and some DQ soft serve. He took a nap next to us while I played Injustice.
I will always remember Dobbie as the lil guy who charged me after Julie buzzed me in at her old place in Lansing. Bouncy and happy, the herald of my beloved, the consumer of the treat I always brought for him.
I hate to be so trite as to quote a piece of art you can buy at Hobby Lobby, but I do think the cliche here is apt: don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.
Fare thee well, my furry bro. I’m glad I got to know you.