You know how some days you sit down to write your post and you can’t stop thinking about something you read? That’s just what happened to me today. Earlier this week, I read a post on one of the blogs I follow called Excitement on the Side about her dog’s health issues and a choice she made. You can read the post here: Do The Right Thing. It was so touching that I couldn’t stop the tears.
Before I tried out to write today’s post, I clicked on some of my favorite bloggers’ sites and on Life with the Top Down, I found this post about her dog: Hallelujah! Hot Dogs Heal The Lame. Lisa’s post was pretty funny since it was told from the eyes of her dog Chester and it brought tears to my eyes for a different reason.
Whether it was from sadness or laughter, both stories reminded me of my sweet boy Woodrow who passed away a couple of years ago. For my new readers, here is the post I wrote about Woodrow the day we put him down: Woodrow – The Best Dog Ever.
Woodrow and I went through a lot together – the birth of my son Jake, my divorce, moving to my first home. There were so many times in my life that Woodrow was truly the one there for me when I was having a moment and just needed a hug.
But today’s post is not about the sadness of owning a dog. For those of you who have been reading this blog awhile, you know about the fur face in our house named Winston. Like my son Jake, Winston has provided me with a lot of material to write about and he’s been featured in many of my blog posts.
If you haven’t had a chance to officially meet Winston, here are some of my favorite Winston posts to help you understand how he came to be a part of our family. One of my favorites is this post called Jake and the Stink Monster. This one explains how Winston got his nicknames and the special relationship he’s developed with my son.
Then there are the moments where Winston brings me wisdom as I sort through my authentic life journey with this post called Walking with a Purpose. Sometimes I just watch him on our walks and I’m reminded how the basic things in life are really all we need.
Of course, there’s Winston’s alter-ego as a secret dog agent named Poopie McPooperson. Jake and I wrote three of these secret dog agent stories but this one is my favorite: The Tail of Poopie McPooperson. Sometimes I call him by his secret agent name because admit it, it’s just funny to say Poopie McPooperson out loud.
I still have my moments like today where I miss my sweet boy Woodrow. I know that the pain I went through when he got sick makes me appreciate Winston even more. The house doesn’t feel so empty when Jake moves between our home and his dad’s every week. When I add up the days Jake is at his dad’s and figure out how many days I work from home, I actually spend more time with my dog than I do with my kid.
Those touching words I used from Mr. Grizzard when I wrote about Woodrow are a reminder to me about how each moment with our family pets are just as precious as those last moments before they leave us:
And oh that face and those eyes. What he could do with that face and those eyes. He would perch himself next to me on the sofa in the living room and look at me.
And the love and loyalty would pour out with that look, and as I long as I had that, there was very little that the human race could do to harm my self-esteem. Good dogs don’t love bad people.
He was smart. He was fun and he loved to ride in cars. There were times he was all I ever had.