You were my perfect dog, Hobbs. You were supposed to be a show dog, but because you had a wonderful breeder and tested positive as a carrier for a genetic eye condition, I had the incredible luck to get you as a pet. A pet. You were so much more. You were the dog I had waited for all my life, and I was 51 when you came to be my best friend for 9 days short of 13 years.|
You never had a flaw, and I say this as someone who was around dogs from as far back as I can remember. You trotted out after our two older dogs, Trey and Sophie and never had an accident in the house. You never chewed anything that we didn't give you to chew. Nothing ever fazed you...everything was a new, interesting experience. Fire engines roaring by on a walk, you looked at them and back at me. You slept through fireworks and violent storms. Bunches of little children, you wagged your little black tail and kissed them. And you always wanted to be with me. I'll always remember you waiting at the back door, woofing and wagging, wanting inside with me, while the other dogs romped and ran in the back yard.
And I'll never forget the night in 2006. I was going through a difficult divorce and my mother was in hospice with less than a year to live. While my 13 old daughter slept, I laid in bed and the tears streamed down my face. You and Sophie (Trey had gone with Dad) always slept on your beds on the bedroom floors. Never on the beds. But that night, while I silently cried, you jumped on the bed and pressed up against me and never moved all night. You weren't even 2, just a big puppy. Normal dogs don't do that. Trained therapy dogs do that.
But, you did, my Hobbs, my heart. And you slept through the night, at my feet on my bed for the next 11 years. Until this September when you got too restless and feeble. And then I slept on the sofa with you next to me on the floor until the day you passed.
I love you and will miss you every day. I know you'll be waiting for me.
It was 13 years ago today we brought you home, Hobbs. You were just 3 months old. You were so cute and comical, and so good. I remember Greta holding you on her lap while she sat at the computer and did her homework. I didn't know then you would become my heart and soul and best friend for thirteen years.
It was a week Tuesday when I last saw you and held you. I miss you, buddy. I got one of my favorite photos of you on canvas and put it on the glass top table with a little bouquet of flowers. I got the flowers for you, sweet boy, white stocks and carnations that smell like cloves and honey, because fragrant flowers always make me feel better and remind me of being in the garden with you. I lit a candle too, and told you to look for the flame sending up my love. I felt you saw it.
Please don't miss me too much. I try to remember there is no pain or sadness where you are. I hope you are running with Trey and Sophie, and doing your Springer bounce and happy woof again, and snuggling with your Mom Brice and Grandma Jade and all the other Springers. And my precious Gus, my Golden, who was my love before I ever knew you.
Take care, Hobbs. Love you forever. Mom
Merry Christmas, Hobbs, my angel. I've thought of you a lot lately. We've spent every Christmas together since 2004, until this year, so it's been very difficult to think of a Christmas without you. I kept thinking that you had never spent a Christmas without me, and I was afraid you'd be sad and miss me, and Greta too. That was the hardest part.
But three days ago, I woke up quite early because I swear, I heard you woofing. I guess I was dreaming, but for a few seconds I could see you standing by the bed, wagging and doing your little woof and Spaniel dance, like you used to do years ago, when you could still hop off the bed without help. You only did it mornings when I slept late and you had to go out before I woke up. You were so cute when you did it I never minded, it always made me smile.
At first I was crying, but then I thought how bad I had been feeling about you spending Christmas without me for the first time in your life and hoping you wouldn't be too sad. Then I thought, an angel either sent you to me in a dream or down for a few seconds, to let me know you're okay. You were young and happy, like you hadn't been for a long time, with that mischievous woof and your tail wagging. I still cried, but I knew then you were telling me you were okay.
So, thank you for visiting me, sweet boy, and letting me know you're okay and happy. We had a good Christmas, and felt like you were with us. I had pictures framed of you and Greta and the grandbabies,for gifts. Athena was so excited, Hobbs. She's going to put it in her room, so you're still there with her, she said. I'm so glad they knew and loved you, Hobbs. I don't have to say how much you loved them, do I?
So Merry Christmas, Hobbs, my precious. I know we'll always be together in spirit until I see you again at the Bridge.
Love you, Mom