My dear friend Delisa from Dances With Yarn lost her golden retriever this past week. His name was Barkley and he was a magnificent boy. She and her husband were lucky enough to share his world for a decade. It hurts me to know, to recognize the kind of sorrow that they are experiencing, as I too have loved a golden beyond comprehension, and had to say goodbye.
My Harley dog is eight years old now. His face began to gray last summer and his gait has a hitch in it. He grows lumps at an alarming rate and we call him ‘Lumpy’ because this dark humor helps to erase the fear of losing him to these mysterious growths.Those of us who cannot imagine life lived without our four footed companions know “the painful deal with animals is this: they love us, no questions asked, but we have to go on without them.” -Anne Raver
I am a dog lover. I wouldn’t have it any other way.