Our sweet dog went to doggie heaven two weeks ago after suffering a sudden heart attack while barking at our back fence. He died doing what he loved most, barking at the neighbor dogs. We were all so sad we didn't get to say goodbye while he was still alive. Clara kept asking me, "Mommy, are you sure this isn't a dream and I'll wake up and Tully will be alive?" Owen said the other night, "God told me in my heart that I would see Tully in heaven." We have so many fond memories of him: running wildly through the backyard, playing "fleecy" with his dog blanket, his licking our chairs at dinner and being right there under the table to eat anything that fell on the floor, the kids dressing him up or putting a blanket over him and calling him "Snuffaluffagus", barking at the white dog that came down the street everyday, rubbing on our couches and walls to itch his back, drinking from mud puddles, and chewing on sticks and rocks. |
