In the early morning hours of February 27, I made a heartbreaking drive. The final drive, just one more time, for Mir and I. His kidneys had failed, nothing was helping, his body was failing. He looked at me and asked for release, and with my heart breaking, I gave it to him. I was with him most of his life, and I was with him at the end. And I would have it no other way. This is the price we must pay for loving them, and we have to love them enough to let them go. The pain will fade with time, but never will the memories fade. Never.
His list of accomplishments was long, but that’s not what was important. He was my friend. My heart dog. We travelled many miles together, it always gave me a thrill to see him run, chasing with wild abandon, sheer joy on his face. When the time for chasing was done, he settled into retirement gracefully, enjoying his time on the couch. What I wouldn’t have given for 10 more years.
He now hunts in fields where I cannot follow. Amber and Annie by his side. May there be a jackrabbit behind every bush and a coyote over every hill.
DC Mielikki A Kind Of Magic SC LCM SGRC ORC
11/24/00 – 2/27/11
I love you, old man.