The Swedelock and I met in a dog park. I think about those old dogs a lot. Especially because it’s October. We lost our sweet, fluffy Zsuzsa 6 years ago, suddenly, at Halloween time. Our loyal Duke nearly died of heartbreak (collapsed lungs) in the months after that. But we got to pet his big head for a few more years. He left us the day after we brought The Child home from the hospital.
I miss my autumn strolls with these two. I miss their barks. I miss how they were like an old married couple–never really talking, but always in the same room. Maybe some day we’ll find another pair just like them.