Austin J Poobalah was a dog. He was an Australian Silk Terrier— we were told he was a Yorkie— but I always thought his snout was a little long for a Yorkie. We had to say goodbye to him this week as he approached his 17th Birthday— sick with Cataracts, Stage 4 Kidney Failure and Athritis he fought a good fight but we realized he was having more bad days than good.
At the end I was with him and his favorite dog bed. He was a dog and he was possibly the best dog I’ve ever had— and I’ve had a lot of great dogs.
I’m at an age where I’ve lost human friends, relatives who were very important to me, and I’d never go so far as to say losing a dog is the same thing, but he was as good a friend as anyone could ask for— always happy to see us, always wanting to sit on our laps. I choose to remember him from a few years ago when he would wake up excited to play and ready to get to wharever we were going to do that day.
We’ll get another dog, but not for a while at least. We’d like to be able to do a bit of traveling and other things you can’t do at the drop of a hat when you have a furry friend waiting for you.
Thank you for many years of friendship, I hope you felt the same way— and a big part of me knows that you did.
Godspeed buddy.