Today my brother had to put down his dog Kota, which made me think about how my nephew, just 3.5 years old, is handling the change. Kota has been with him since birth, just like
Fella has been with A since birth. I do not look forward to the day when Fella leaves us, and I can only imagine how my brother's family handled the day.
I still remember my first dog, Tina. I remember growing up with her, trying to ride her like a horse (in my defense, she was a 110 lbs German Shepard), exploring the woods together, and laying on the floor watching a movie. She was a great dog and I'll never forget her.
Similarly I hope A remembers chasing Fella through the yard, feeding him from the table, and hugging him in the hall; and that my nephew remembers special times with Kota. We are fortunate to have some wonderful dogs in our families and they are more than just our friend.
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