As we drove away from my mom’s house the dust rolled off the dirt road and the tears rolled down my face. I couldn’t imagine leaving him. Buck just had a way to your heart. All my thoughts were on him and the times that we had already had together.
He was always there at feeding time, always riding in the truck. Always ready for play and hugs.
He graciously put up with me dressing him up. I even cut up an old pair of Wranglers, cut a hole for his tail, attached suspenders and, and, and…. and man I feel bad about that now! One last picture of the three of us. It was time to say good bye.
As if he knew, he sat back and waved goodbye to us. I think back to that day we said good bye to him. I wonder if he was sad? I wonder if he had any clue what was about to happen? I wonder if he thought his days of being dressed up were over. I wonder if he thought about his future. The rides. The hikes. The sticks, oh the sticks. The killdeer he would chase. The people he would meet. The eggs he would eat.
So, as I drove down that country road, the tears flowed down my cheek.
But looking back at it now, to see it more clearly, to see how great his future would be, to see how he would add joy to my mom’s life, to see he would have a life not many dogs have, I would have been crying, but it would have been tears of joy.
To be continued…