The loss of a Buddy

I know to some he was just a dog!  Yeah, I know, but he was also my friend, my buddy and my confidant for 14 years.  We got him in August the year that Stephanie went to live with April and Curtis so she could go to school.  He filled a big part of my life that was empty.

My heart hurts today.  It has been 12 hours now.  I can't stop thinking about all the fun things we did.  The scares we had and the funny stories we have told over the years about this dog.

He was named Muttzilla because as a pup  (small 6 week old one)  He would growl when he was playing and try to look fierce like Godzilla, the name Muttzilla came from that and it stuck.

He ate his first real meals out of a frisbee. He learned to food skate before he walked!  He was too little to be on his own but he made it.

He fell out of the truck when he was about 10 weeks old.  He went into shock and David and I brought him back, puppy rescue breathing!

He didn't like DOT officers.  He would growl at them when they came to the truck.

He love stuffed ducks that had squeekers in them.  He would eventually tear them up but he loved them all the same.  He loved tennis balls too, not as much as ducks though.

He would sit for treats and only treats.  It was the only trick he ever learned.  (oh and for bones William gave him when he was young)

He loved being on the road.  He also loved the last year of being off the road and having a yard to wander in and guard.  (not that he was the best guard dog since he was almost blind and almost completely deaf)

Someday ask me about him being attacked by Jessie's and Ladonna's Tom cat.  It was hilarious.

Shadow seems to be lost.  He knew there was something wrong with Mutt and doesn't understand him being gone.  

I thanked him and told him he was a good dog before he died.  I hope that he understood.  It was one of the most painful decisions I have ever had to make but it was the right decision and it was time.  Just know that in the next little while I will be sadder and quieter than usual.  It will be hard to get used to him being gone.  I find myself listening for the scratch at the door.