Timmy

I’d picked him out from 12 dogs in Isolation at Almost Home from Hounds. I spent only about 20 minutes with those boys, but it was obvious to me that there was just something about him. He’s the black boy in this picture hanging in the back. It took AHH 2 months to give him to me, but he finally he arrived.

It took less than that 36 hours to fall in love. The names Keeper and Handsome fell from my lips. He entered my home as if it was his. Checked out every bed, scoped out every corner of the three acres, but always returned to me when I asked him to.

His joy at living a life loved was infectious. The plans we had. Hikes and car trips and greyhound events and lots of touching.

The second morning of his stay, I got out of the shower,  to walk onto the deck and call his name. There was no answering black streak. Racing in flip flops and towel to a black mark in the yard, I found him dead. The only mark on him, that of death. I fell to my knees, begging, pleading, laying my hands on him and willing him to live. I had been so open to love again, and he was willing to love me and he was gone. I’m so sorry Keeper for all you never had a chance to be.