All,
I guess this is my first step in grieving the loss of my precious Loki. He was a Newfoundland. He was a true gentle giant. Unfortunately, he was born with a bum ticker and it just stopped working yesterday morning. Mine feels like it is about to explode. I am an old fart who's had several pets through the years, but something about Loki just stuck to me like no other pet I've ever owned. The tears just keep coming in waves along with a few smiles as I remember the silly things he used to do. I can hardly see my monitor as I type for the fog of my tears continues to cloud my vision.
A quick story then some parting words to my baby.
As a puppy he chewed and chewed a lot. He weighed nearly 120 pounds before turning one so when he chewed it was a disaster for the object of his affection. One of the things he like to chew was the lattice work in the deck off of our back porch. My wife has been nagging me for months to get this fixed as it is terribly unsightly and barbeque season is upon us. I had planned on starting this weekend or next. Now, we both agree that the scars in the lattice woodwork couldn't be more beautiful and are going to painstakingly perserve Loki's artwork with a fresh coat of urethane.
Loki, I will miss you like no other and look forward to picking you up at the Rainbow Bridge on my way to Heaven one day.
You held my hand when we walked
You held my interest when you talked
You licked my face when I was down
And put a smile where there was a frown
I will remember you for the rest of my years
With smiles, laughter and some tears.
Good bye my precious Loki.
P.S. Thank you all for this site. A note about my signature - Loki's paws were the size of a baseball bat so my wife, kids and I used to always comment on his baseball bats.