Life is full of ups and downs
Today’s post was going to be fun with bumpdates, cute ways I told people that the baby was a girl, etc. Instead, with a heavy heart I am mourning the loss of my sweet dog, Pudge. Isn’t life funny like that? A great day, then a not so great one.
For those of you with animals, you can understand the special bond that you have with your first “baby.” Pudge has been with us for ten years. He is how Tommy proposed to me, the source of many, many laughs and a great big brother to his dog brother, Carter.
And, honestly, I can never read people’s posts honoring their sweet deceased furry companions, so I understand if no one reads this post, I understand. It is just too hard.
Anyone who knew Pudge would definitely say he was a gentle giant. He loved people. Loved them. And everyone who knew Pudge loved him (with the exception of Tommy’s grandmother…but I will chalk that up to her not being a dog person).
Of course, with every loss (and dog) there are so many lessons:
1- Spend more time with the those you love.
2- Have boundless enthusiasm for those around you.
3- Seek to love unconditionally.
I am trying to find the positive in our loss. Pudge was 100% fine last night, then got sick during the night and we were beyond shocked when he didn’t wake up this morning. (Understatement of the century.) The vet said that because of his age (10) and size (95 pounds), he just died of natural causes.
We will always miss our first sweet baby.
But we feel very blessed for the time we had with him.
Pudge, you are so very missed. We love you.