Yesterday we had to put down our dear dog, Spooky. Spooky was a Weimaraner & Matt & I's first "baby". He was a gentle, protective, loving & happy dog. We loved him much. He helped raise our kiddos.
I remember when we brought Hamilton home from the hospital, my mom was going to babysit so Matt and I could get dinner. Mom came over and we left. Spooky then gave mom and gentle bark and laid by Hamilton's bedroom door. He was going to protect that baby! It didn't take much to get mom in the room with Hamilton - a few Teddy Grahams - but Spooky had made his intentions known & we all took comfort in that.
He guarded the kids outside when they played. One day I was busy in the flowerbeds and Hamilton slipped through a crack in the fence. Spooky went NUTS and would not quit until I went to see what was the matter. When I retrieved Hamilton Spooky gave him kisses and stayed right beside him the rest of the day.
Spooky was with me when I miscarried our little girl. He stayed with me, and I believe, he wept with me. He was always with me when I cried about whatever (I'm a bawl-bag sometimes). He would come put his head in my lap and bury his head in my armpit.
He was big. He smelled like a dog. He barked when someone went walking down our street. His toenails made marks in our hardwood floors. He occasionally tried to take food off the table. He ripped a screen off of the back door, and when he was a pup, he tore our phone line off of the house & chewed it in two. Three times.
But I loved him.
We all did.
There's a hole in the family.
We all miss him greeting us with his nubbin-wagging tail.
We miss our Spook-Dog, our Spook-a-Duke, our Spooky.
These are not very good pictures of him, as he was sick when we took them, but this is our precious Spooky.
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