Saturday, March 18, 2017

March 18, 2017: Day +118


The house is too quiet, things are not right.  The world just shifted.  Stryder, our beloved dog died today. We knew he was old and ill, but we had hoped we would have more time.

Just last night,
he turned to greet me,
Just last night,
He slept beside me,
Just last night
We snuggled before sleep,
Just last night
He softly snored
Just last night,
I told him goodnight,
Just last night,
We had our Stryd.
Just last night.

For the past 16 years we have had a weimaraner in our house.  For the past 11 years we have had Stryder.  He was such a tender, loving 112 pound boy.  He was  all sweetness.  Was he perfect. No, not quite.  I have paper towels on the rack. on the counter, that are slightly chewed .  I have a book beside my bed that he chewed  on.  There is dust on the window sill where he laid his head.  He was not perfect but nearly so.

Now, it feels lonely.  I can't believe he won't be walking in soon.  I can't believe he won't be snoring beside me tonight.  I can't believe he won't be the first one I will greet in the morning.  I can't believe he is gone.

Stryder, thank you for all the love and companionship you gave us.  Thank you for bringing us such happiness and joy.  Thank you for keeping your Dad, Doug company. We love you BaBa.  We will miss you always.

Holy God, be with our dear sweet Stryder as he passes from this life to the next.  We give you thanks for his life with us.  We give thanks for his sweet and gentle spirit.  Be with us as we mourn his loss and comfort us in the days to come.  Amen

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