... when you give your heart to a pet.
On this day a year ago, we lost a piece of our soul ... our family's soul.
Meathead, my son's English Bull Dog and my grand dog, passed away at his home a year ago. He left such a big hole in all our hearts. To this day we still mourn his death.
Meaty as a younger guy - charming, yet a stud muffin even from day one.
A few pictures of a short life well lived as a devoted family member.
Struggled with bath time, but don't we all.
His grandmother always made sure there was a pillow to rest his chin on.
Recovering with his Papa from a near death illness
one year before he died.
One of my favorite pictures.
Tucked firmly away in his Aunt's heart.
Such an old old guy in this picture.
Rest in peace my sweet grand boy.
Your time with us was too short.
But I know you stuck around as long as you possibly could,
even though the last years were hard for you.
Although I have many questions surrounding the afterlife
I never doubt for a single minute that you are there waiting somewhere
for your family
in whatever serves as a "heaven."
The thought of anything else is just too painful to bear.