We had to say good-bye to our Duffy today.
He was the purest example of unconditional love I’ve ever known.
I knew something was wrong with this little guy and I had a pretty good idea what the outcome would be–should be–for him.
We could have given him insulin injections and kept him captive here so I didn’t have to say good-bye so soon. We were caught a little bit off guard and not really ready. It was way, way, way too soon to be making this decision.
In reality it isn’t about our feelings. It was our responsibility to do what was best for this beautiful dog who had put all his trust in us to do the best for him.
That left little room for debate–in my opinion.
Today at about 1215 we let him go. It was beyond hard in so many ways.
Duffy was the most loving, funny, and generous soul I’ve ever known. He never doubted you’d be there to catch him when he missed a jump or misjudged the edge of the couch. He just set his course, settled in, and trusted you to take care of him.
We always said we needed to be a little bit more like Duffy.
I am so grateful for the time we had with him. I’m not sure what we did to deserve him but I am so very thankful for almost every minute.
He’d come in to sit with me every day as I wrote my stories. Writing today is only happening because I needed to get some of the pain out of my head. Not sure if I’ll be ready to tell any stories tomorrow.
Run free, little man.
You left your mark on many hearts here and left with huge pieces of Micheal’s and mine. I love you and will miss you every single day. You were a powerful soul. This space echoes in your absence.