Wednesday is here, mid-week with its promise of the weekend beckoning to us. The days sort of run together for me as I don't work anymore. When I worked the weekend was a worthy prize to work towards. These days I can't seem to tell Monday from Saturday. They all feel the same.
Early yesterday morning a beloved member of our family left this world as we know it. He was a whiny, cranky, fifteen pound bundle of joy to us. he was known as "H", Bubbie, Bubs and sometimes Whiny Butt. His tricks was he could steal cookies at lightening speed, sing although it sounded like a shrill whine and dance in a circle with a silly smile on his face. He knew the Emperors cell phone ring when he called home. Then he would promptly start his screeching. You see daddy was on the other end. Then he would race to the door, wanting to go wait by the gate in case The Emperor was on his way home. At the gate he waited till he saw our car. Then he started his yapping, sounding as if he was in great pain. In thrilled anticipation of the Emperors return.
His biggest feat of all was that he loved with all his little heart. He never in all of his nine years knew he was a dog. He believed he was our child. So that was the way we treated him. There are many people who have pets and they know they are pets. It wasn't that way for us. It still isn't that way with us and "I". It doesn't matter if folks thinks us crazy. "H" was family. His silly smile and little face played such a big part of our life's.
Our big tough Emperor sat in his chair for an hour after "H's" passing, holding him in his arms. He told him what a great pal he had been and he loved him. The Emperor cried and I sitting in the dining room sobbed along.
"H" had been a Motel dog when we managed the Westwood.People would come from the hospital to get a room and would have heard people talk about "H" in the Intensive care waiting room. When they checked in they would ask to see him. He was a character. Funny and a pain in the butt But he gave to us far more than we ever gave back. Farewell old friend. You have left a empty space that time will ever fill.
So it is with a heavy heart I leave Blogland today. My steps slower than usual. I call out through the open space of Blogland. "Do Doggies go to heaven?" There is no sound that echos back. Well, if they don't they should. Somehow I still think he is here, just waiting on his cookie . For now though Blogland, I'm outta here.
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