If you've been reading my blog for any length of time, then you know how much I love my elderly, mini-dachshund, Lowder. He's certainly the king around my house, and he knows it. He's horribly spoiled and full of attitude, kind of like his mom. While I get to talk to Kelsey, and the fella, and my friends via Skype or FaceTime while I'm in Europe, I don't get to interact with Lowder-dog. (He just can't get the hang of those calls because he doesn't see well enough.) As a result, he's what I miss the most while I'm gone. (Sorry, actual people in my life...) Look at these sweet pics of my boy from before I left and think about how much he's missed his mama since I've been gone... I'm looking forward to holding him and getting his stinky kisses when I get home soon.
Check out that first regal pose.
As his cataracts get worse with age, the sunlight seems to bother him more. I wonder if they make little doggy goggles that he could wear as sunglasses...
He obviously has a really hard life.
It still doesn't feel real to me that he's gone. I know rationally that it's true, but he's still very present in my heart. It's been about 8 weeks at this point, and the grief is still very fresh. I can't really talk about him still without tearing up. I know that will get better, but my heart still hurts at the loss of my boy.
Here are some pics of my last day with the best boy in the whole world...
I was so incredibly lucky to share my life with such a sweet soul, and I am glad that his last memory was of being held in my arms and kissing him. I've shed lots of tears for him these past weeks because losing him was like losing a family member. Hold your babies tight and love them as much as you can. Our time with our pets is much too fleeting.