Don't be sad, It's a treasure.

I titled this after Nick kept telling me this when I would start to cry thinking about Huck.

In memory of Hucky boy. You came into my life 3 years ago. He was my best friend apart from Nick. From the time I woke up until the time I went to bed, I'd talk to him. And sometimes he'd answer me. We'd go for long walks and meet people. People I wouldn't have met otherwise, because it seems the world is a friendlier place when you have a dog on the end of your leash. Especially one as cute as Huck.

When I was sick with the flu, he'd lay beside me on the floor. He'd keep me company and wag his tail. When I had a sore throat and couldn't call to him, I'd clap my hands and he would come running. When I hurt my back and couldn't bend over, he'd jump up and let me put his leash on. He never said no for a walk, no matter how tired and asleep he was. As soon as I'd get my shoes on, grab my keys and ask him if he wanted to go for a walk, he was at the door.

He'd sit in my lap when we'd go to the park and swing on the swings. He loved to go down slides. His favorite thing was to go bye bye in the car. We had a routine. Nick would say, "Papa's gonna go!" And I'd say, "Mama's gonna go!" and then we'd both say, "Does the Huck Huck want to go?" and he'd let out a big howl and run to get a toy in his toy box. He always had to take something along on his rides in the car. A bone or his baby. And sometimes we'd let him and sometimes we'd say no. When we'd say no, he'd run outside and try to take a stick or something.

We taught him how to give a high five, (by sitting up and giving us a paw in the air) but all on his own he would jump in the air and stretch out his paw. He could sit, sit up, stand up, roll over, speak, and dance, by turning around in a circle on his two back legs. I tried to teach him to sing, but all I got out of him was a noisy yawn. Although, when the trains went by loud enough, he would sing.

He was the best rabbit dog too. When he was on the trail of a bunny, he was so focused and he had a great nose. I couldn't buy him a bag of treats and give him just one of them. He'd sniff out the bag where it was hidden and wait patiently for more.

Well, sometimes he'd howl if he wanted more. He'd prance around with a new toy and want you to try and steal it from him. When he tired of that game, he'd let you know by howling. If there was something he couldn't have, he'd howl about it. Sometimes, when playing outside with him, I'd stick his baby which was a big oversized puppet with floofy fur, in a tree and he'd howl till I got it down for him. That baby of his, when we first got him, he would run down a hill and tumble over it. Couldn't quite get the hang of carrying it without tripping. He'd use it for a pillow in his bed too.

He never barked for us until his buddy Sadie taught him how. He loved to go to Sadie's house. Sadie would try and hide her bones but everytime he'd go over there, he'd find her stash. They would tear through Sadie's house running in circles and then plop down together for a nap.

He had other puppy friends, Cider, Benny, Baby Boy and Lily to name a few. He would get a toy and not want to share so he'd always surprise the newbies by letting out a howl. It worked on every one of them but Sadie. She's a basset hound.

He took care of Chessie our abandoned kitten and took up role as Mama Huck. He'd clean up after her, give her a bath and keep an eye out for her. Whenever we'd come home, he'd run straight to the place we kept her to make sure she was okay. He put up with her running all over the house and hanging off of his head and grabbing his tail. He was real gentle because he hated anyone messing with his tail. He always let her know when she was being too rough though. He missed her the day we found her another home. He'd check her old bed to see if she was there.

Huck filled my life with joy. He would get so excited when I told him that 'Papa was coming home!' He'd run to his toy box and wait at the door with me, ready to play with his Papa.

Huck was supposed to be Nick's dog but I fell in love with him the moment he stepped into my life. When I knew we were going to be getting rid of him, I tried to distance myself from him, thinking the pain would not be as great. But I realized I wanted to have as many treasures as I could have with him until he left us. Yesterday, we played and played together.

And then we got the call, someone wanted him. As we got ready to leave to take him to his new home, I tried to cuddle him one last time and Huck who had been clingy that whole day, must of known what we going on, he distanced himself from me. We cried the whole way to the new place, but as we pulled out of the driveway and watched him say goodbye to us, we knew we were doing the right thing.

He'll have so much room to run at the new place, rabbits to chase, another beagle for company and plenty of farm cats. He loves cats. Plus, the new owners said we could visit him anytime.

I'll never forget you hucky boy.


Comments

Pets are such a treasure! I always felt like the Lord gave us a special gift when He gave us animals to love and to be loved by. My cat, Bean, is 18 years old and I love her like my own child. I don't know what I'll do when she's gone. But I wouldn't trade the treasure of my memories with her for anything!
I'm praying for you!
Your friend,
Stephanie
Anonymous said…
Noel - I'm so sorry that you had to give Huck away. I know you will miss him terribly but I know you are glad that you had him when you did. Try to think of all the good times and not dwell on the loss - easier said than done, I know. Call me anytime. Love, Angel

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