These past few weeks have been tough. On the work front, the teacher's union has been at battle with the government and we are on a full scale strike. Had to say a quick good-bye to my Kindergarteners last Thursday and clear out my classroom with lightening speed. But if the negotiations go well, we may be back. Our school year ends on the 26th.
Then in the midst of all of this our dog has had declining health. On Wednesday morning, he had a hard time getting up and was refusing to eat or drink. He had been struggling for the past few months but always enjoying his food and eating every crumb in the house....but he refused a biscuit, pizza and other treats we tried to entice him with. His pain medication was doing nothing and by Thursday afternoon could not stand up anymore. His eyes spoke to us, they had such sadness. We knew it was time. So on Thursday evening surrounded by our family we said good-bye to our beloved pet and loyal companion for 13 1/2 years.
When we got him as a puppy we had NO clue what we were getting into. My in-laws tried their hand at breeding and gave us the first born of the litter. Henry was a spirited puppy and obedient dog. He stole every piece of food that wasn't put out of his reach. He kept us on our toes. Walks didn't tire him out, so I started running with him to tire him out. He whipped me into shape and trained with me for half marathons. He slept in my son's room and kept the nightmares and boogie men away. He guarded our house and made sure no cat EVER stepped foot on our property. He adored his "kids," and loved going for walks with my children. And no peanut butter filled tortilla wrap was ever safe in your hands.
We are glad he is in no pain anymore...he will be forever missed.