I have been trying to write this post for a day or so and am finally feeling like I have the strength to put thoughts into words and onto the keyboard.
We lost our dear Beau on Monday night. I was away as you know and Ken was walking Beau down our street for Beau's evening constitutional. Beau was always a little eccentric, shall we say, and one thing he hated in his neighborhood was trucks of any kind -- big or small. He would bark, he would lunge, and sometimes it took all my strength to hold back his 17 pounds from his effort to get at a truck's moving wheels. I warned him time after time. This time, he lost the battle. The leash either broke or slipped from my husband's hands. It was over in an instant. I flew home the next morning.
Everything has just been awful here at home. The house is empty and quiet and sad. (We also lost our old Violette cat two weeks ago). Beau was a great little barker and he guarded his street with a vengeance. I was home a lot and Beau was always within my sight or at my side. Almost everything I did was linked to him in some way.
We have had so many wonderful e-mails, Facebook comments, phone calls, cards and gifts that it has astounded me. I am so touched and so grateful.
Not a day goes by that Ken and I don't cry over our little guy. I know it will get better, but for now the pain is visceral.
One of our blogging friends, Barbara at The Clark Homestead, said this: "What a little warrior, now he will be in Valhalla with the other brave souls." That says it all.