Maybe it’s too soon. Maybe I shouldn’t write this. I can’t help it though. I have to. You see, early this morning my friend (who I love like a sister) had to say goodbye to her beloved dog. I know.
He was a beautiful dog. A stunning golden retriever, huge and smiling with massive paws and plumes of fur. He was a family dog, leaving behind my friend, her husband, and her two kids, one in high school, the other away at college.
He was beautiful.
He was clumsy.
He was sweet.
He was theirs, and they were his. His people. His family. His home and his life. And what a life he had. He was cherished. He lived well.
His passing is heartbreaking, for my friend, for her family, and for anyone who has ever loved a dog. Even a dog who wasn’t majestic. Even a dog who didn’t steal shoes from the front hallway. Even a dog that wasn’t named for an animated movie character.
For my dear friend, for her family, and for all of us who have had our lives enriched by a good dog, I am heartbroken.
You’re a good boy, Koda. You will be missed.