That’s Hunter, my sweet Labrador, taken about three years ago. I was asking him if he’d been digging and he was acting casual. Of course, if you look closely he’s got dirt on his nose and on his right paw. I wasn’t buying his innocent act, at all, but he was too cute to be mad at.
Hunter had his thirteenth birthday in October. He was born the same week that Sully and I started dating. In fact, I gave Sully one of his littermates as my first Christmas gift to him. So, when we got married we had two crazy Labradors galloping through the back yard. Playing ball started early, Hunter could barely hold a tennis ball in his mouth and always outlasted the other dogs. Hunter was always the calmer of the two, and adapted well to hanging out in the house. We still have a hard time with Foley being in the house. He gets so excited that he wags his tail until the tip is bleeding.
The sad part of this story is that we lost Hunter tonight. He was such a sweet boy. He was laying in the kitchen while I cooked dinner. I stopped to give him scratch behind the ears and a kiss on his head and brought dinner into the other room. When I went back to the kitchen after dinner he was gone. I am sorry that he was alone but maybe he was just waiting for his goodnight kiss.
It’s time to cherish the little moments. Take the time play ball with the dog or pet the cat. The laundry or the sweeping, or even work will still be there in five minutes. Enjoy those little moments because you don’t know how many more might be left.