Thursday morning I recieved the most tragic news. My black lab, Titan, had been hit by a car and killed. I let him out before I went to bed on Wednesday around midnight, but I forgot to check the gate ( my sons forget to close it sometimes ). When I went and called him back in, he was gone. DH was at work (nights) so I couldn't go and look for him, and leave the kids in bed. I've finally stopped feeling guilty, thanks to the kind words and support of my friends and family, but I cry every day. He was the most gentle and loving pup, only 3 years old. He was so smart, and great with my children and other pets. We took him everywhere with us and he was so well behaved. He rarely barked (maybe 10 times in his whole short life) and only to tell us something was up or when he was wrestling with my sisters puppy- and wanted to play more. So now Titan is gone, we burried him in our back yard. My home feels so empty without him. I miss him terribly, he was like one of my boys ( I have 3 sons). He really thought that he was a person or a (100lb) lap dog depending on the day. Titan is greatly missed and very much loved, next spring I will plant a garden over his grave, with a rose of sharron and daisies ( he loved to pee on the daisies in my front garden). We are going to see what life is like with out him for a while, before we decide whether or not to get a new puppy, but I don't know how long I will be able go without a new baby to love. Our younger boys (3 & 5) have been fine except for the frist day, ( I guess they're too young to really understand death)). My oldest son is almost 11 and he is very much feeling the loss. I will forever miss those soulful brown eyes, and the comfort and unconditional love Titan gave so much of.
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