Saying goodbye

laying pretty guarding our house.

My dog Yukon died this past weekend. 

Yes there were tears and sobs. Still are once in a while when I think of him or a sappy pet food commercial comes on tv. Its funny how close you get to a dog. He was really a family member. He was a friend. We got Yukon when I was just a sophomore in High School. He took me thru High School, being a ear that listened and someone who was always there for me.   He will be missed greatly.

I will miss him laying pretty with his front legs crossed.

I will miss him begging for popcorn.

I will miss him talking to us after dinner wondering why he didn't get to clean the plates off.

I will miss him jumping in my trunk to go for a ride.

I will miss seeing him and his cousin play like they just might kill each other.

I will miss finding his hair everywhere.

I will miss his kisses.

I will miss the reaction I get when I come home from being gone and he gets really excited.

I will miss making an extra pancake for him.

I will miss talking on the phone with him, even though it was usually one sided. 

I didn't get the last final goodbye that I wanted with him. Dad called and told us he was sick Saturday afternoon, by that night he was gone. I just have to hold on to hope that he knew I loved him.

Thanks for being a great dog Yukon. See you again one day.