Welcome to my first ever blog posting. The passing of my best canine friend "Bob", on July 15, 2013 has finally motivated me to write. It's been one week now, and the grief lingers. I find myself still looking for Bob when I come down the stairs, or enter the room where his bed was. When 5 PM arrives, I automatically think, "It's time to feed Bob's dinner". Old habits die hard.
Bob would have celebrated his 15th birthday, this December 1st. He had a relatively healthy and full life until his legs just would not carry him anymore.
As I reflect on my time with Bob, I go back to the first time I saw him in Wisconsin. He was six weeks old; part of a litter of nine. He stood out from the rest as he wanted to be with me, as opposed to being with his litter mates. You could say that he picked me. One look from his eyes, and resistance was futile. I called him Bob, well, because he looked like a "Bob".
He came home with me at 8 weeks of age along with one of his litter mates, "Andy". Andy eventually went to live with a friend of mine, who recently informed me that Andy passed on late last year. Andy and Bob were best friends and saw each other frequently in their younger days. All I had to do is ask Bob if he wanted to see Andy, and his eyes would get real big and he would run around the house looking for him.
Bob's first three years were spent on large property (230 acres) with a river and a lake to swim in. He was best friends with my horses and he would follow us as I rode the trails. Bob would race ahead, but always stop and wait around the next bend as if to say, "Well, are you coming?"
Bob and Kizmet share a tender moment
Bob would lunge the horses for exercise
More to come.........