Who couldn't love a face like this. I trained him, ran and walked with him, shared a life with him and miss him so much today. We had to put him down earlier this year and my life has been less since then.
We took walks in snow and rain, and I felt such a bond, a companionship. Some days when I walk I like to think he is still there with me. I miss the hugs, the slobbery kisses, the walks, the connection. This year, as I drove around town Christmas shopping I realized that I won't be buying a dog treat this holiday, it brought the sadness and loss back to me.
People always ask "Are you going to get another dog?" I usually say yes, but it hasn't been an immediate thing. I am still mourning Flynn, although I miss having a dog, I haven't had that desire to have a new companion now. I think sometime next year I'll be ready. Time will have passed and I will have honored this relationship that was so dear to me. Right now I like to think he is off in some field herding up some sheep and having a great time.