Of Life and Loss

I've been a bit bummed out the past couple days. My sister and her family lost their dog this weekend. He was old, he lived a good life, and I mourn him as a beloved family member.  (For an outstanding story regarding him, go here.)

I didn't get to see him that often (the problem with long-distance familia), but he remembered me whenever I was there. And in my mind he  will forever be running on those favorite beaches on the North Shore, before his arthritis got to be too painful for him to enjoy them any longer. Chasing the sand crabs, enjoying the sunshine and his people while running about with that doggie grin upon his face.

I'm sure it hit home even more since my own pet is just a couple years younger (particularly with the health scare we experienced this past year), but when all's said and done that's neither here nor there.

There's been a loss that I mourn, and right now my thoughts and love are with my sister's family.

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[Pseudo]

Thank-you Shaunna... Love that photo of him. Now you've got me tearing up all over again. And Ollie is linking my face trying to cheer me up.