This post is dedicated to all the lost pet family members of people out there, in particular to my Lincoln ♥. While this post may help others, I feel it is imperative on my grieving process to share about my baby.
A little bit about my furry best friend…Lincoln was my first dog and first pet as an adult on my own. Just before my previous marriage ended I went to the SPCA (now the Central Alberta Humane Society) and found this “stock in the back”. I say that with the most love as I went and checked out potential babes I just didn’t see any that clicked with me and while speaking to one of the ladies about a couple she mentioned that they had “Granger” (aka Lincoln) in the back who had just come off his medical hold. They brought him out and it was love. He was curious, quiet, and well mannered. I immediately filled out the info and came back the next day to do the formal meet and greet with the SPCA worker. He was so sweet, it was first thing in the morning because I have zero chill about things, and he hadn’t been out yet. Poor little guy peed on the couch and you could tell he immediately felt guilty and he came over to me and hopped on my lap.. I think my heart exploded right there. I knew he was my baby and I would be his protector, I would eventually come to see how he was mine as well.
I was so excited to go pick him up after the 24 hour waiting period, in my case 48 because of the holiday *fist shaking*. I went to pick him up by myself as my then partner was working. I was so excited and couldn’t wait.
He was the sweetest boy and was so relaxed. He loved his walks, his mom snuggles, and being an “only child” dog. He would be okay with friends for awhile but you could tell he had his moments of “okay when are you leaving?” lol he was silly that way but it was just him and I for most of our time together.
As my marriage ended, him and I started anew in a house all our own. I remember the day we got the keys to our Lincoln and Mumma home. I brought his blanket and we sat on the floor in the living room and I had a little cry with my baby by my side. While he was never one of those dogs that was on you when you were sad, he was always there, within reach to comfort.
We had our traditions and things just our way. Like I said it was him and I for so long, just us buddies. I miss his little smiling face at the top of the stairs when I would come home and say “where is my buddy” and then he would come running down to see me. I miss his silly runs, when he thought he was super fast but beside many other dogs I realized how slow he was but it just made me giggle. I will miss his crazy snow rolls, sometimes starting with a slide and roll. That will forever make me smile. I will miss his goofy sleeping with his teeth out and you knew he was having a good snooze. There are a million things I will miss and look back on fondly. I could write a book I’m sure.
Lincoln was my best friend, my baby, my little man, my big guy, and a million other names I called him – to which he responded because he was super smart. He was the best friend I could have asked for in a tough part of my life and I will be forever grateful for the time we had together, just me and my little buddy. I have never had so much sadness in my heart as the day we had to say goodbye to him, but it was his time and we could tell he was scared and didn’t know what was happening as he had DM, the equivalent of doggy ALS. I miss him so much every day, no one could ever replace him. Goodbye my sweet baby, mummy misses you and loves you so much, forever and always.