Yesterday afternoon, John and I said goodbye to our sweet Porter.
Despite our best efforts at fighting it over the past 7 months, the Mast Cell Cancer spread to his liver.
I woke up this morning to over 700 messages of condolences for Porter from his friends all over the world.
It is truly humbling and overwhelming to realize the reach he had, and I thank each and every one of you for your support and kind words.
He touched every single person he met.
When he passed, the 3 vet techs that worked with him and his veterinarian were all in tears. They surrounded him with John and I as we said goodbye, and we all cried rivers of tears for the passing of such a sweet soul.
Being without him is just going to be hard.
When I drive, I reach over to put my hand on his head, and hit my console.
When I am reading, I reach to pet him next to me, and hit the couch.
I walked into the house yesterday, took one look at his dishes, and just lost it.
I haven’t figured out yet if it is worse to have them there, or to take them away. The same with his toys.
When I am at work walking through the woods and don’t feel his presence, I start to call his name…and then I remember he is gone.
I miss him most as I walk through the woods.
My first hike without him is going to be the hardest thing in the world.
But when I am standing on a mountain, looking at the clouds and the view around me, I will know he is with me, and I hope I manage to smile through the tears.
I desperately miss my happy sweet berner boy with the short tail, half an ear, and brilliant smile.
I tried really hard to give him the best life I could.
I tried even harder when I realized we were on borrowed time.
He was a good dog. A great dog. The best dog.
Run free my sweet Porter boy. I will see you in the mountains.