Love Never Dies

We took a trip to wine country just before  Hardy passed. I didn't know it at the time, but it would be less than a month before my final goodbye to him. That goodbye would be weak too. It was so far from the way I had imagined. I don't think it was fair that he had to get killed by a pit bull. I will never let that go, I guess. 

 It's been four years later, and I still think he was the best dog ever. I still think about the way he left this world and how it changed  my life. Forever. I still believe he is someplace in the afterlife waiting for me to join him. Even though it will be a very long time from now.

Today was really fun though. I've become accustomed to making day trips without him - without any dogs for that matter. The replacements are home dogs. They don't like going anyplace with us. But I still love them. I can appreciate going places without the pets. It's fun too. 

It's fun to remember the good times with Hardy too.  I guess it's true that love really never dies.