We said goodbye to our loving companion Howard this weekend, our devoted greyhound. He has been a part of our family for almost as long as Jay and I have been a family. We met him eight years ago after his racing days were over and I still remember falling in love with him that afternoon. We were so excited that we just stared at him for hours after bringing him home.
Howard settled into retirement easily. His world was now full of soft beds, gentle pets and long walks. We went on hikes through the gorge and walks up Mount Tabor. He was also more than content just snoozing all day, occasionally waking up to see that you were still there with him.
The logical part of my brain tells me how lucky we are – he had a full life, lived to a ripe old age, and the end came quickly for him. We were there when he took his last breaths as he slipped quietly off into eternal sleep.
But my heart is breaking too much to actually process anything logical right now. I miss my companion terribly. Jay has never seen me sob so much or so hard, but it’s some small tribute to just how cherished he was as a part of our family. He will be sorely missed and never forgotten.