April that the end was looming. Knowing the morning could not be delayed, I desperately wanted to soak up a little more time with our once feisty friend. I cuddled and cooed, snuggled and gazed into his tired, trusting eyes, refusing to go to sleep. Dreading the morning.
Six years ago our family grew to include the furriest and most loved member of our clan. We named him Wicket. I carried him home in the palm of my hand. He was THAT small. His personality and massive under-bite made him formidable. You can see that we used a weed whacker box as a barricade. It worked.
My brother dog sat for us when we went on our honeymoon and I remember him saying, "this dog never stops peeing!" Unbeknowst to my dear brother, who kept Wicket's water bowl filled to the brim at all times he was exacerbating the piss machine. He ended up taking Wix out for a pee every 20 minutes for a week and we came back to a house-broken dog. Best wedding present ever!
Eli and Wicket have grown up together. (Sigh, must stop here. The screen is too hard to see through the tears.) Eli was the only one that thought Wix's "trick" of dragging his butt on the rug was gut bustingly funny. They had a special understanding.
Rest in Peace Wicket! I love you!
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