Can you believe that fifteen years ago today we were celebrating your first birthday with us?
Last month was the fifteenth anniversary of 9/11. It’s silly and incidental, but my memories of that day will forever be bound up in you. I was on the phone scheduling an appointment with the dermatologist when I heard the news. We must have gotten into poison ivy while walking the trails next to our house, and I was covered in the stuff. Well, not covered by today’s standards, but by Fairport only semi-rural standards. (Egads, I didn’t know what “covered in poison ivy” meant back then, with one dog and limited green space.) Anyway, the news coverage and photos of search and rescue dogs? Always makes me think of you, and our first years together. Before we became a pack of two and three and five and finally seven.
Your dad and I miss you so much, buddy. Whenever we get a new foster, I wonder what you’d think of her. I picture you with Daisy’s curlicue tail, and we compare the size of Brutus’s paws to yours. (I think they’re nowhere near as big, fwiw.) Every time we find a new trail to explore, my heart shatters for a split second, on account of we’ll never be able to walk it with you.
I don’t want to get all depressive on your big day, though. So instead of saying I miss you (again!), I’ll just say thank you: for being the first in an era, my Other Boyfriend, by little Ralphie Bear. The very first dog I adopted on my own; the very first dog all my own. For being the leader of our little pack, for nearly twelve years. They were the best. You were the best.
Love you so, so much,
Nineteen Little Ralphie Things
He grew into it, okay.
Or just his size, in lieu of.
And also vice versa.
(I’m afraid we plucked it to death!)
And occasionally daytime, too.
Wrong direction, goober!
Sadly I don’t have any photos of this, so instead here’s a video of Ralphie attempting to pick my pocket of tissue with his ridiculous t-rex arms. Enjoy.
Like that time he cornered a badger in the shed and it took an oversized push broom to break them apart.