bury the dog, clean the garage out

The last two weeks have been a time of change and forward movement. Two weeks ago we put our beautiful sweet dog of 8 years to sleep. He was a 13 yr old coated German Shepherd. Truly our first child. Like how I miss my kids growing each day, I missed how old and tired Baron was getting. Like loyalty only found in a dog, Baron still was greeting the car when we came home. No matter how late, how early, how hot or cold. Like a small horse, with the hair and the floppy ears, he was loyal to his last day. We said our goodbyes, Henry was with us and in the backyard that was his home we put him to sleep and laid him to rest. We prayed that God would take care of him now, we released him back to God. While I didn't want to make up theology, God says he cares for the sparrow, how much more does he care for us. So we know Baron is in good hands...wherever and however. For a few days after he was gone, I would cry unexpectedly. I felt kind of numb. And I realized, that dog that was driving me crazy, all his hair, all the stuff he sat on and broke, yet when he was gone I missed him. How much more can my kids break stuff, ruin my plans, argue, cause headaches and yet I can't imagine life without them. Even new little Sadie has her place already. A good perspective, I am appreciating the clean garage (and it has been years). The balls of hair everywhere are being cleaned up for the last time, but I am saving some of that hair. To remember, today's mess means there is life around me.

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[Julie]

Aww Baron, was a good dog. I still remember going up to Acton to see him and there was some talk of changing his name to Chewbaca (I know I probably spelled that wrong, Star Wars geeks.) I still remember when we visiting you in your first house and he would come down the stairs and slam into the wall, because his furry feet didn't let him stop in time.... I think there was even a spot on the wall from where he hit repeatedly. It was so funny. And then sweetest of all, was watching the kittens play on top of him and bat at his ears and he LOVED it. He was a good dog.