I was going to tell you about our trip to Chile last week, but we had to say farewell to a good friend today. His name was George when we got him from the shelter; but he was a gentle giant, so we named him Fezzik.
We think he was a pittie/boxer mix. Whatever he might have been, he was a 100% gud boi with a great big smile.
He loved to go for walks.
He loved to run around the farm until he was plumb tuckered out.
He even got along with the cats. (Mostly.)
He had the cutest little snaggle tooth, the sweetest doggie grin, and the most mournful eyes you could imagine. Especially if you were eating something and he thought you might share.
He was my sweet little donut boy, and I’m going to miss him terribly.
My heart aches right now. It’s full to bursting with memories. Though I miss my buddy, the heartache is worth it; because he was worth it.
Even when he jumped up on the couch. I’ve lost track of the times I’ve pretended not to notice him so he could jump down and “not get caught”.
I wished I’d let you sneak up there more, buddy.
We’re going to miss you, Fezzers.
My friend Dan Fishman put it best: "Dogs teach us something new every day, but they save the most important lesson for the last."
So sorry for your loss. They take a little piece of our hearts with them when they go.