It is a bittersweet pill that we swallow when we adopt a dog.
Noogy; NoogyButter; Noogwadamis; ButterBall; Noogalicious; BuddyBoy; ButtHead…and many, many more names, all of which he would answer to if you had a carrot for him.
It has been five months since my canine companion of more than sixteen years has departed this earth, leaving me empty and grieving. I did not expect, and therefore I am unprepared for, the depth of sorrow I feel at the loss of his presence beside me. There seems to be a bottomless well of memories and triggers that waft