Saying Goodbye

As most of you know, the beloved "Krull" featured on this blog was inspired by a real dog, my furry soulmate who stood by me through the loss of several grandparents and my mother, and helped me cope with PTSD. His love and companionship were a light in my darkest moments.

To say it’s been a rough couple of months would be an understatement.  Cancer is cruel even to the most undeserving of creatures.  We could see him declining, but it took a while to accept what was coming.

When he turned down bacon—a treat that once drove him wild—we knew it was time to say goodbye. He passed peacefully, surrounded by those who loved him, in his favorite doughnut bed, being told how much he was cherished.

His heart was big enough to make everyone he met feel like his best friend, and his absence, after more than sixteen years in our lives, has left a deep void. Though he is no longer with us, his memory lives on in our hearts, and the dolls will never have to say goodbye to him.

Right now, I’m not quite ready to post anything new. I appreciate your understanding as I take this time to try and get back some sense of normal in my life. The truth is, I no longer know how to grieve without him.

April 14th, 2008- August 2nd, 2024

Wherever you are, my sweet one, may the bacon be plentiful, and the belly rubs never end. I’ll miss you until my last breath and, maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll see you again when that day comes.