And it has, indeed, been a long, sad, painful week. I'm not talking about the Republican take over of the House of Representatives though that was certainly sad and painful.
A week ago today Barney Google The Dog died.
Slowly the pain of this huge loss is being accompanied by amazing and delightful memories.
He had his own toy box. He used to take toys out, scatter them on the floor, and search until he found the exact toy he wanted. Of course, he'd never return the other toys to the box. That was our job and we delighted in performing those duties. I mean, how many street dogs from Pomona, carted off by the Humane Society, and awaiting their own execution rescued just in time from a woman named Enid from the All Retriever Rescue Society wind up in the lap of luxury with their own toy box? Not nearly enough, I'm thinking. So we delighted in putting his toys back in his toy box.
He got a bed time snack every night at 9:30 -- four dog biscuits. He loved his bed time snacks and, even without a watch, knew each night when it was snack time. Without fail he made certain that we, also, knew that snack time had arrived.
And just days before he died, he almost caught that lizard!
Barney was an amazing dog.
We were lucky to have him in our lives.
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