So, for those of you who haven’t heard, we lost our precious Bandit late in February. To say we’re devastated is an understatment.
I was just making strides toward wellness when his health started failing rapidly. He went from content to gone so quickly we’re still reeling.
Saying goodbye to a beloved pet is never easy. We know from experience it gets better with time, but it sure sucks right now.
This was the dog who, by helping me over my anxiety with live video, decided he was an internet star. He was a seizure buddy to our Boo until we got her epilepsy under control. For the past ten years, he kept me company through forty novels and 62 release days.
The house feels so empty.
He was a walking companion for my husband and a wacky, wonderful ambassador for retired greyhounds. While most of our greys adopted a favorite couch, Bandit took over our king-sized bed. (He really was too big for the couches).
He played fetch like a pro, had a junkyard-dog bark, and was truly a gentle giant among greyhounds. He cuddled with the cats, conversed like we should understand him, and loved ice cubes above all treats.
He was supposed to be with us forever, talking back and squeaking his favorite football every night before bedtime.
Instead, after taking down a squirrel in the yard (the first squirrel catch of his life) he romped across the Rainbow Bridge with a piece of my heart and joined the rest of our pack – running free forever in heaven.
