Warning – might be heart-warming or a tear-jerker, depending on your frame of mind.
Today is the anniversary of the last day of Mugsy’s life.
I don’t know that I’ll live long enough to stop missing him. All the dogs in my life have been special, but Mugsy had so much personality and vitality!
Not a day goes by that I don’t talk to him. I think of him when I see Wishbone, his female Jack Russell contemporary on our road. I think of him when I see or talk about Roscoe, a friend’s JRT also about the same age. I see him in Gretchen’s desire to play fetch and her funny little attempts to “guard” me.
I love that he leaves us little calling cards, so we know he’s still around, keeping an eye on all of us. Some of you are very familiar with the fact that I don’t believe in coincidences, so finding this ball under the beach house the first time we went down without him was bittersweet. I left it there, because even a ghost dog needs his ball, especially at the beach.
This isn’t meant to be a sad post. I’m blessed to have had this darling creature in my life. Oh, how it hurts to say good-bye, but I can’t imagine life without a dear pet or ten. They give far, FAR more than we can possibly return.
Luckily, when one door closes another opens. In a few days, we’ll celebrate the birth of the other insanely special terror terrier in my life…
(Why yes, that is a regulation sized tennis ball, but more about her another day!)
How was your weekend? My only excitement was yesterday’s trip, but I’ll fill you in on that when I have time for some photos!