Goodbye Harry-Boo
I read this morning that Kitta’s dog Harry passed away over the weekend. He had a brain tumor that apparently caused a massive seizure. I didn’t know Harry, but he reminds me of every dog that I’ve ever loved. Reading her story, I thought about running through the fields with Lefty and Speck, rolling around in the backyard with Bowman, and watching Luther circle the trees howling the distinctive bark of Beagles everywhere. I remembered how scared I was the day we came home and Dad said Sissy had been in a fight, and the sadness I felt when my friend accidentally ran over my Mom’s dog Sam. I remember how heartbreaking it was to learn that Coyote had slowly died, and that I couldn’t remember the last time that I had seen him. Some nights, I would lie on the grass in the front yard and watch the stars with my old dog Buck. When I came home from school one day and found him lying still behind the barn, I wasn’t ready to say goodbye. I sat down and cried.
Our little friends become such a part of our lives, that to see their face can brighten our day, but losing them feels like losing a piece of our soul. We love unconditionally, without regard for faults or mistakes, but with a shared bond of friendship and adventure. I can’t possibly imagine what awaits us in the next life, but I hope to see them again one day.
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