November 13, 2009
I know there are a lot of things far worse than losing your pet. But I had to post him today because it was one year ago that we lost him, and even though it's been one year (he died on Friday the 13th)
I actually miss him every single day. And I think Gracie does too.
When we got him, we didn't have a name. He was such a lazy puppy, lounging around all day and mooching for food constantly, someone said "he's just such a big mooch."
And Mooch it was. The laziest, cuddliest, sweetest, moochiest dog there was.
I used to love it when the vet called his name.
He had leukemia. He lived 2 years longer than expected. He didn't have symptoms until the end, he was just a very sleepy dog, still enjoying a dip in the lake in his last week or two.
His last day is so etched in my mind.
My daughter coming over to kiss hin goodbye.
Calling my son to tell him, him too far away to say goodbye, although for the past 2 years when he visited, he always said goodbye like it was the last one.
Mr. Raz and I being so gutted and crying so much the vet sent us flowers.
Wishing I had another day with him, to watch him lift his leg on my chives or cover his eyes with his paws when we played with him.
If my kids had something important like a job interview, exam or hockey game, they thought it was good luck if Mooch licked each hand before they left the house. He always obliged, sending them on their way with a bit of slobber.
My daughter tried it with Gracie yesterday before an interview. Poor old senile Gracie just wouldn't lick her...we had to put biscuits in her hands...she could hardly go to an interview with no lucky licks.
When I tuck old Gracie in for the night tonight, rubbing her poor old achy back, and kisses on her head, we'll have a little moment for him.