This has been one of the hardest and yet at the same time one of the happiest weeks of my life. Our sweet 6 year old Rhodesian Ridgeback had to be put down because of progressing aggression. Even though he tried to bite me twice this week, and had already bitten my adult son in the face several months ago, there was a time when he was the most gentle giant to be had. A very large 100 pound plus monster of an animal. : ) We got Dawg when he was only 4 weeks old. With Grady being a dog trainer he was one of the most well behaved, well mannered buddies. All of this before the aggression of course. He was a beautiful red and had the sweetest dark brown eyes that could make you melt and give him anything he asked for. And I always gave it to him, within reason. He always, always made me feel safe when Grady wasn't home or whenever I took him for walks. But when it thundered, I had better be sitting down because he was gonna be in my lap for sure. His bed is gone now, and his food dish washed and put away, but my tears still flow so tremendously for him. His place in the living room will remain empty, but his place in my heart will never be. Good night my sweet big guy. Momma forever loves you.
On a lighter and more happy note, I located my youngest sibling, my little brother Bobby this week. Seems he is not only in the same state I am, but is only about an hour away. Blows my mind!! For those of you who are so gracious as to read my blog, you know that I have been speaking of him for sometime. Telling of short lived time with him. Well, my sister found him once before 14 years ago. Talking to her on the phone several days ago I asked her how she found him the first time because I wanted to try to find him again. She told me that she had gone to the district attorney the first time and to get a pencil and paper and to write this address down, as I was writing I asked her if it was the address of the district attorney and she said "no, this is Bobby's address". Well, there was nothing I could do except cry like a baby. I was so happy and yet so angry all at the same time. Happy for the obvious reason, angry because my sister had known for months where he was and didn't tell me. Not only that, but she also knew that Bobby's brother (my brother too), Richard is also in the state. How could I cope with all of that information that I obtained in just a few seconds. I almost couldn't. I still have not resolved that issue with my sister, but have had time to think about it and will make things right with her. I asked her how she found him the second time and she said that Bobby had sent a message to her son on Facebook. Facebook! Eureka! So, I found him there, sent him a friend request last night, he accepted. I wrote him a note last night but haven't heard back from him yet, but am holding out much hope. From the looks of things on his page he seems to be doing good, but I want to hear it from him. I will surely keep all of you posted on this latest event!