We got his ashes...
We got Raz's ashes yesterday. His footprints too. Just when we were getting better, you know, not cry every five minutes, they arrive and everything goes down hill. A hour, we laughed and cried. Cried, mostly. His footprints look so much smaller on paper. I always thought he had big feet, for running down deer and that.
You guys should have seen him when he was younger. Like a graceful deer, himself. Run for hours, chase down squirrels, try to catch birds out of mid-air. God, he was beautiful. A silver streak dashing by. And that bark. No other dog can come close to a Weim's bark. It's their own. He could bark for HOURS. Annoyed the hell out of the neighbors, but screw 'em.
God, I miss him. He should be right in front of the fire, sprawled out, all legs, like he used to. Half expect him to pick his head up real quick and look right, make sure we're still there, everything's all right, then lie back down. He used to do that. I miss hearing his tags jingle when he shakes his head. I miss hearing his big doggy sighs, I miss his face...I miss his eyes. He had beautiful, almost human-like amber eyes that he'd staring at you with until you petted him. And that nose, his big ol' clown nose that always dripped.
I miss him. There was never a dog like Raz and there never will be. He was one of a kind.
Raz, boy, if you can hear me up there...I want you to know we love you, baby. And we miss you so, so much. It's not the same without you, baby. It won't ever be the same again. But I want you to happy, where ever you are. I hope you got all the squirrels you want to chase, all the bones to eat. I want you to be happy, sweetheart. I love you, Razmataz. I love you so so much baby. So So much.
You guys should have seen him when he was younger. Like a graceful deer, himself. Run for hours, chase down squirrels, try to catch birds out of mid-air. God, he was beautiful. A silver streak dashing by. And that bark. No other dog can come close to a Weim's bark. It's their own. He could bark for HOURS. Annoyed the hell out of the neighbors, but screw 'em.
God, I miss him. He should be right in front of the fire, sprawled out, all legs, like he used to. Half expect him to pick his head up real quick and look right, make sure we're still there, everything's all right, then lie back down. He used to do that. I miss hearing his tags jingle when he shakes his head. I miss hearing his big doggy sighs, I miss his face...I miss his eyes. He had beautiful, almost human-like amber eyes that he'd staring at you with until you petted him. And that nose, his big ol' clown nose that always dripped.
I miss him. There was never a dog like Raz and there never will be. He was one of a kind.
Raz, boy, if you can hear me up there...I want you to know we love you, baby. And we miss you so, so much. It's not the same without you, baby. It won't ever be the same again. But I want you to happy, where ever you are. I hope you got all the squirrels you want to chase, all the bones to eat. I want you to be happy, sweetheart. I love you, Razmataz. I love you so so much baby. So So much.