It's pretty sad around here without Sam.
(This is a ginormous understatement, you might even say a Bernese Mountain Dog-sized understatement.)
People have been very, very kind, in blog comments and Facebook and Twitter responses and via email and in person. The choir at church gave LP and me a copy of Cynthia Rylant's "Dog Heaven," inscribed with dear, loving thoughts.
So in the midst of this grief, I want to name some things for which I'm thankful:
- Friends in the neighborhood
- Friends far away
- Friends from far away who have gotten themselves into the neighborhood
- Friends' Dogs
- Dog Friends
- Photos by people who know how to take them
- Photos by us, even the ones taken with cell phones
- Two 15-year-old cats who still need our attention
- One 15-year-old girl
- Two young men whose love was palpable even from afar
- Memories that make me smile
Yesterday I saw a friend's two dogs wrassling, as we used to call it, and I remembered Molly and Sam lying on the rug, showing each other their great big dog teeth, or spinning each other in a circle, their mouths on opposite ends of a big stick. I remember Sam getting between Molly and various attractive Chows, her favorite breed by far. He had a mission, to keep her out of trouble!
I'm thankful to have lived with these blessed dogs, to be blessed by them.