Missing George

Many of you may have had the pleasure of meeting my dog George. We have a LONG past together. Ya see, when I was 14 and a freshman in high school, my boyfriend at that time gave me a puppy for Christmas. Christmas of '95. I named the puppy George. Half dalmatian and half whatever else. Black lab? Schnauzer? Who knows?

George became my everything. When I was home he was right by my side. He was literally my baby. We did everything together. After I met Matt and he left for the navy, George was that piece of happiness that got me through my hardest days. I remember being pregnant with Ethan and spending almost everyday either on the couch or in my parents bed watching tv...George right there with me.

Two days after Matt and were married we left to start our life together in Virginia. I couldn't bring George so he stayed with my folks. My dad loved this, I'm sure. Anyway, I remember kissing my parents and saying goodbye. We left. Then 5 minutes down the road, I realized I never said goodbye to George. I made Matt turn the car around and I went to hug him and tell him bye. All that because I was NOT leaving town without telling him I loved him. After that, life got crazy but whenever I was home for a visit things were the same. He was my baby. Once I started having kids that whole bond kinda got shuffled in the midst of my new life. I never stopped loving him. He has lived with my parents for the past 15 and a half yrs and has been a part of our family. Today, a piece of our family died. George, at 95 yrs old in human years went to heaven this morning. Taya said "It's okay, he'll be right back." Boy I wish she were right. I know he's no longer suffering and I believe with all my heart that he will watch over our family. I'm pretty sure that we all, myself, my mom, my dad and my brother all are taking this harder than we ever thought we would. This is tough.

No matter how mad he made us all at times, he was an awesome dog. A great protector and to me, he was one of the best friends I ever had.

I love you, George.