This happened on December 27th, 2012.
There is a hole in my heart. I truly felt it tonight when taking out the garbage. He always helped me take out the garbage. Of course, he didn’t carry anything, he just came along to make sure I did my job and did it correctly. My friend of 16 and ½ years is dead. He was a good soul. Not a mean bone in his body. You could give him a meaty bone and then take it right out of his mouth and he wouldn’t growl at you. He was awesome.
He loved Carla like no tomorrow. If she left the house, he cried at the door and then waited till she came home. He could give a $uck about me. However, he always came up to me and “parked”. Tigger parking was when he came to the couch and put his head between my left leg and the couch. He then wagged his tail until I petted him. As soon as I started petting, he quit wagging. As soon as I stopped, he started wagging again.
I love this dog more than anything. He showed up on our doorstep as a 7 week old puppy and guarded our house until today.
Tigger, I hope there is something after. I hope that you are with Sylvester, Boo Boo Kitty, Eliot, Ed and all of the pets that have gone before you. I love you and miss you more than I can say. I am sorry I had to put you to “sleep” today, but you would have been miserable not being able to walk. Please forgive me.
Your best friend
Howard