Kerry said she hoped that soon the black dog of joy would be with me.
That as he was in life, so he is in death. This is very true.
It made me remember......
his joy every night when I got home from work, when he was little
his joy when we went, morning and night, to the beach
his joy in the waves, leaping in and out with a loopy grin
his joy, every time he sat beside me in the car and we headed somewhere
his joy when I picked him up at the kennel, and he knew he had not been abandoned
his joy, when I'd throw his ball down the hall
his joy, when I'd toss him a treat (photo above)
his noisy joy, whenever I pulled into the driveway
him "pacing" excitedly from front seat to back seat and back again,
tail whapping my face every time, when I'd point the nose of the car
towards the beach
his joy when I'd call him to come for a walk
his joy when we went to Stamp Falls
his joy when we went for a swim at the lake
his goofy sense of humor
and the light in his eyes, just for me
The black dog of joy was very alive until the moment he was not.
He had such a big spirit, such a wild and wolfish heart and yes, he was a dog of joy.
He is so missed.
