Time to Say Goodbye

I know what Bodie was up to when he slipped away. I was surprised to see him standing by the door waiting to be let out, when, for many days I had to coax him to get up and make him go out. Bodie had somewhere to go. My mother told me stories as a kid about how her patients, bedridden for a long time, would suddenly get up and go to the closet in the hospital room to put their street clothes on. It was time to go. What perfect timing. I had the back of the Jeep open to load him in, and then he was gone. He must have picked a good spot, as neither of us can find him. It was a beautiful moonlit night and I hope he was able to enjoy it from wherever he is resting. When I do find him I will bring him back to lay beside Jasper, who drew his last breathe in my company, and I will be able to visit them both every day. That's enough for now, it's just too soon to talk about it...but I'm not going to go off the deep end like I did with Jasper. I'd rather celebrate the life of this amazing dog, who spent his last years roaming 50 acres of fields and ponds, a dog's Shangri-La. Always a belly-full of food, with varmints to chase and chew on and a warm bed at night. There is no greater love than the love of a faithful dog. I don't know what we humans did to deserve them.