It's a sad day for the neighborhood and most especially for Miss Dahlia. Ever since we moved into the neighborhood nearly 2 years ago, Dahlia has had a "boyfriend," an older mixed breed dog named Douglas. She would strain at the leash and go nuts when she saw him. Several times she'd be standing at the door whining and we'd look out and there was Douglas. Accompanying him were one of his two owners (Bob and Ros) and Hershey, their slightly younger dog.
Late in August Douglas was diagnosed with an aggressive form of bone cancer and given 2-3 months to live.
Well, this weekend I had a strange dream. It was dark, late at night, and a raging blizzard. Out of the darkness and blinding snow, Ros appears holding Hershey (not a small feat as Hershey is a rather overweight lab mix). She tells me that Douglas had passed on and Hershey was so depressed she wouldn't walk. It was an incredibly vivid dream and I woke up thinking "Douglas is gone."
I pushed the idea from my mind until tonight, when I ran into Ros and Hershey (on her own four feet), sans Douglas. He had passed away this weekend. He now runs free across the Rainbow Bridge. RIP old man. We'll miss you so much.