This is the post I never wanted to write. My first “baby” who I had over 15 years with, crossed the bridge May 25, 2024.

For months I prayed I wouldn’t have to make the decision of when it was time to let Remington go, because I just couldn’t do it. We made the decision with Abby and it was gut wrenching. Never again did I want to feel that pain.

Before we went out of town I had a bad feeling. I took Rem to his longtime veterinarian and he was prescribed a few more meds for elderly dogs to help with brain function and arthritis. There was no indication he was going to decline rapidly. Even still, I took his paw print in clay and the kids hugged him bye “just in case”. I think we all knew it was time, but just didn’t want to admit it. He passed away quickly and peacefully and although I was not there to see him take his last breath, I pray this is what he wanted and could finally let his old body free.

On my 43rd birthday, I visited his body for the final time before he is laid to rest. I kissed his head and stroked his beard and told him how much I loved him. I firmly believe he is in dog heaven with all our other beloved pets. I already long for him to return in spirit to check on us and hope I feel him with me.

I will always love you, Remington. Thank you for bringing me so much joy.