Eight years ago Ryan gave me a wonderful gift for our anniversary.
He took me to the pound and let me pick out a puppy!
The moment I saw him I knew he was mine… A rambunctious black and white ball of fur and teeth that I knew would be enormous and shed like it was going out a style… A puppy that made every single one of our family members think to themselves “What were they thinking!?”
I was thinking that I was in love and that my life would never be the same.
We named him Gandalf… and our lives never were close to the same. (And yes, that’s me.)
He chewed EVERYTHING! Curtains off the rods, the tablecloth off the table, the table leg, laundry off the line, he unraveled a whole crocheted blanket about two rows before I finished it (and that was back when I was just learning and it took me almost 3 months to make it!) the couch pillows, walls, and Ryan’s two hundred dollar steel toed work boots.
But I loved him… we all did.
He grew to monstrous proportions! And still believed he was a lap dog! Oh the laughes we had!
He would walk with me wherever I went and lay out with me when I gardened… He was my shadow… I know God made him just for me.
He loved to run and play in the grass and enjoyed everything about life… Oh how shiny and good the world looks through the eyes of a dog!
He thought he was people and even attempted to take Grandpa’s RV for a spin! 🙂 You just couldn’t be sad around the G-man.
He walked beside me for eight years… He moved with me to Germany and back again to Texas… He’s seen almost as much of the world as I have.
He always had a smile for anyone that took the time to notice…
He was beautiful and sweet….
He loved his daddy and his mommy and his brother with all of his heart and protected us all no matter how scared he was.
When I was sad he cuddled with me… He kept watch over me when I was sick, when Ryan was deployed, when I lost my babies, when my heart was breaking… And he stayed by my side for my whole pregnancy as if he knew that something joyful was happening!
He has been a part of so much of my life that I can’t imagine the rest of my life without him…
He’s people… he’s family…
He’s a son, a big brother…
And as of today he’s gone…
Ryan and I said goodbye to Gandalf today. His hips and legs just wouldn’t hold the big guy anymore.
I’ll never forget those beautiful brown eyes that seemed to know just what you were thinking… I’ll miss talking to him on lonely nights and just knowing that he got it.
I’ll miss the begging every night for his rawhide treat. I’ll miss the big happy face smiles when he got his favorite thing… FOOD! His toothy grin and his snuffly nose…
I’ll miss him…
My world just lost a little sunshine today and heaven got a little bit brighter…
“No the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass and then you see it. White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.”
~Gandalf the White from Return of the King~
Goodbye my sweet boy, you know how much we love you, for always.
Thank you for all of you that loved him with us… you know that he loved you back… because nothing about Gandalf was small… especially his heart.