On Saying Goodbye

 On Monday, we said goodbye to our best friend of almost 13 years.

 

Cabot was named after:

1. A town in Vermont

2. A Vermont company that makes delicious cheese

3. My favorite author.

His Story:

A friend found him on the side of the road and took him home with her. But she was heading off to college and her parents didn't want another dog. She knew we were interested in getting a dog and offered him to us. We didn't really know how old he was - but we guessed about 6 months. That was basically twelve and a half years ago. He would have turned 13 at the beginning of the year.

About a month ago, his back feet started to swell. We learned that he had cancer and there was nothing to be done but keep him comfortable. The vet said days/weeks were left. 

So we stayed close to home. Didn't make many plans for the future because we didn't know the future. We just wanted to spend time with him.

His last days were filled with dog ice cream, bacon, and lots of belly rubs.

But this is why I haven't been chatty lately. It's not something that was easy to talk about. Feelings aren't easy to talk about. And I didn't want to lie when I said that things were ok because they weren't. 

We are heartbroken. 

Thirteen years is a long time. And we have so many happy memories with him. So I'm choosing to remember the good times and the funny quirks thru the many many tears I have cried and will cry.

On a happier note, here are some of my favorite pictures: