Thank you so much for posting that piece. Like the author, I had — and lost — a Doberman after many wonderful years of loving companionship. It has not been five years since Baron left, and I still tear up at the thought of losing him.
No friend could have been more loyal. No “son” more loving. No companion more faithful.
I often think that when I die, the first sight I want to see on Heaven’s celestial shores is Baron bounding toward me, tail wagging, eyes filled with love, his entire being resonating the unique bond I “have loved long since and lost a while.”
Thanks guys.
I’m sittin’ here bawlin’ like a damn fool, now.
When I die, I -pray- I will be knocked flat by about 15 of those dogs within 3 seconds of walking through the Pearly Gates.
[if I’m not, I just might turn around and walk out to find out where *they* went and go join them]