It has taken me a while to get used to the idea, and so I’ve not taken time to write out what I feel about missing a fuzzy friend in our house. Pilot passed away on May 5. A month ago today. Gabby is just getting around to being herself again without her big bossy brother. It was quite a shock to us all, as you never expect to lose a young dog. One that you take on adventures and that fears nothing, except maybe coffee travel mugs and cowboy hats.
He was a sweet dog and our lives are rather quiet without him. I’m glad time goes by, as it doesn’t sting as much as it used to. Life in our house has picked up a new rhythm, and I know there are huge things in the world to think about, but today, right now, I’m taking time to remember a great dog, and know that there are lots of people who know it isn’t easy to lose a furry friend, with big brown eyes that always say something caring or funny.