Today we are very sad here at home.  Our “fur baby” Harley passed away.  His cancer was just too much for him to fight anymore.  When he was diagnosed, they gave him 4-6 weeks to live.  He gave us 5 months full of life.  Our sweet Doberbutt was a strong fighter.

Clint and I were with him when he passed away.  It was peaceful and heartbreaking but he was not alone.  He was being loved and kissed on and held the entire time.  I didn’t want to soak his face in my tears but I couldn’t help it.  I kept eye contact with him as long as he could.  And then he was gone.

I just miss him.  I wait to hear him come up behind me and nudge me to go outside.  I still walk cautiously afraid he is going to come barrelling around a corner and take me down.  I keep waiting for that cold nose on my arm just wanting my attention.

I remember bringing him home and how sweet he was.  Such a  tiny little Doberman. Little did we know how big he would get later!  I admit it did take me a while to bond with him.  Calling him Sir Craps A Lot wasn’t the best bonding tactic but it worked at the time and we moved passed that to being the best of nap buddies.  All I had to say was, “Let’s take a nap!” and he was off like a shot in bed with is head on the pillow before I could even get out of the room. But we did bond.   I think the fact that I bit him (yes, I bit our dog) sealed our tight bond and closeness.  Well, that and the fact that we would place chase through the house when we were bored.

When Mom died, he was the one who sat with me hour after hour while I cried my eyes out and felt so lost.  He let me scream and then weep and then scream some more.  Never leaving my side.  He helped me get through one of the darkest times of my life.  Always there to snuggle or run or just be there. He was my friend.  He was my confidant.  He was my sweet fur baby.

I will cherish the few short years we had with him.

But, oh, how I miss him already.