The loss of a family member and best friend is devastating, and that’s what I experienced this weekend. On Saturday the 30th of April, my best friend, Waldo, died. He was 17 or 18 years old, in dog years, based on his size, he was between 104 and 109 years old. He lived a good long life. But the pain of having to put him down run deep. My soul and heart are at a loss for words and my grieving runs deep.
To some a dog is just a pet, to others they are companions and to some. like me, they are family. Waldo was that once in a lifetime pet, one that you know you will never experience again. He was perfect in everyway. His love was true and his companionship was what kept me going when times were hard. He helped me cope with the loss of both my Mother and Father, he made he happy when when I was sad, and he just seemed to understand when I needed that little extra something. Waldo was my best friend, he was my baby, and I love him and will miss him dearly.
The loss is deep, yet I know that he lived a good life, a long life and died knowing he was loved. I will miss him and morn for him. I will cry some days and others rejoice other days for the friendship we had. They say time will heal all wounds. I’m not so sure this is true, but I do know that God is with me, and He will help me to deal with the loss I feel. And I am confidant that Jesus now has the best dog anyone could ask for as his own. And when I die, I pray that I will see him once again. Know that you are loved and missed Waldo… .And until I see you again, be a good boy!