I know it's been one month today since Dodge died, but I still cry when I see his picture or think about all my little pet names I gave him. It just can't be helped, I truly loved him and cared for him everyday. He was under foot most of the time, he had his little personality quirks, too. He was terrified of fireworks. We learned that the first week we had him. It was the 4th of July and we took him with us to show him off at the big community fireworks and picnic. As soon as the they began shooting off, Dodge buried his face in my knight's armpit and stayed there until we couldn't put him through it any longer and left. Dodge was also frightened of thunder, so we never slept on stormy nights as he trembled and paced and begged to get into bed with us until it was over.
We love to camp and pretty much camp wherever we go. Because of his size, he was perfect for our trips as our camp dog. At first, he wanted to go home the minute we got to camp and started getting our popup camper set up and beds made. He would hang at the suv's front tires until we brought him in the camper and gave him a snack. Then he was ok, especially since he was the bed mate with the girls....'ah, finally people comfort!" The kids loved him, we were hardly ever alone when he was outside the camper. Dodge was a kid magnet, even more after he developed glucoma in his right eye and had to have it removed. As soon as they discovered that he only had one eye, they would run back and get more friends.
Now that Dodge is gone, so is his love, gone, not to be given and received again in this life time. The devotion and total and unconditional love having no bounds, strings, or conditions.......gone. No longer will we have this happy, smiling face greet us at the door or in the morning when we wake.
Thanks for the time we had with him, Lord. Memories will never grown dim of our loving little family member, never.