The Otte's

It was a tough week for us this week.

Our dog Blue passed away.  He was 11 and he was such a good dog.  He was with us through a lot of stuff that happened in our lives.  He let the kids put all kinds of barrets and bows in his hair.  He loved to swipe a sandwich off a plate that was not being watched, or steal muffins out of a bag.

He was so good with the kids, never trying to bite, and he and Quinn had a fun game of Quinn plopping her foot off the couch and him rubbing up against it.

I was proud of the kids, they all wanted to go to the pet hospital and visit him one last time.   There were a few other ladies in the waiting room when we were there, and not a single one of us had dry eyes.  All my kids were right there loving him up.  They all were a bit different in how they loved on him, but we had some great closure, and that is so important. 

Thankfully a friend let us use a few books that we read when we got home from the pet hospital, to read about pets passing away, and there were lots of tears, but sitting together talking and crying made for a night I will not forget.

Life is not always easy, we need to remember to love up the folks and pets around us.  We are so lucky to have had Blue in our lives, and he was my first dog that was just mine, for quite awhile, and I could not have gotten any luckier then I was.  What a great dog!