In Memory of Sparky

It was a tough weekend and a terrible Monday.

Our oldest dog, Sparky, a Lab/Golden mix, has been in failing health for a couple of months now. We got him in 2010, he was a 1-year old rescue boy. Yesterday we had to let him go, it was a long drive to the vet’s office. But it was time, he needed to pass on.

The thing about Sparky and me…well, I spent a year building our house. A year with only occasional trips back home to be with my dear wife for a weekend. But to keep me company, I had Sparky with me. We shared a small 240sq’ cabin, a queen size bed, and a lot of burritos eaten together. Every morning and evening he and I would go on long hikes together stretching our legs, breathing in fresh air, collecting rocks, and exploring the new property. He would stay by me for the first few minutes, then go off and explore on his own. He always returned every few minutes just ro check-in with me to let me know he was okay. Well, truth be told…he was probably just checking to make sure I was okay.

Sparky was an odd soul, he was quirky in so many ways, but loyal to the bone. He would love to lay beside you for hours, but run like the wind on walks. He was afraid of almost everything, especially the wind. He was one of the best friends I ever had.

I will miss him. I already do.