Finally posting
Sep. 3rd, 2007 11:53 amI miss Harley. A LOT. I miss being bulldozed when I walk in the door. I miss being woken up in the morning for breakfast. I miss the way he used to snore softly and kick his feet a little bit when he slept, as if he was chasing bunnies in his dreams.
I miss the car rides where I would feed him French fries in the back seat of the car. I miss giggling and yelling "EWE!!!" when he'd fart and then get up and leave the room. I miss watching him get his freak on with his blanket or when he would just lick and lick and lick people.
I don't miss the medication and worrying that he was in pain still. I don't miss the "accidents" because he couldn't quite make it to the back door in time - only because I could tell it shamed him when I found it. I don't miss the sadness I felt when he just didn't want to go out on walks anymore.
Harley is in a better place and he is at peace. I am grateful for his doctor who had been with him for years. I am grateful for his quick and painless passing away as I held him, kissed his head, and told him for the last time how just very much his mommy loved him.
I miss the car rides where I would feed him French fries in the back seat of the car. I miss giggling and yelling "EWE!!!" when he'd fart and then get up and leave the room. I miss watching him get his freak on with his blanket or when he would just lick and lick and lick people.
I don't miss the medication and worrying that he was in pain still. I don't miss the "accidents" because he couldn't quite make it to the back door in time - only because I could tell it shamed him when I found it. I don't miss the sadness I felt when he just didn't want to go out on walks anymore.
Harley is in a better place and he is at peace. I am grateful for his doctor who had been with him for years. I am grateful for his quick and painless passing away as I held him, kissed his head, and told him for the last time how just very much his mommy loved him.