Six months ago today, I said goodbye to my sweet boy. Pavlov passed away on March 5. I’ve never really talked about it with anyone besides my family and a couple of close friends because, frankly, a lot of people don’t quite understand how absolutely heartbreaking it was to lose him.
The truth is, not a day passes that I don’t think about him, but I never talk about it because, again, I realize that a lot of people don’t quite understand.
Besides being the most good-natured, sweet dog I’ve ever seen, Pavlov was also the truest, most loyal friend I’ve ever had. He big doggy grin never ceased to make me smile, and a hug from him (he really did give hugs!) was generally all I would ever need to bounce back from a bad day. He was definitely a one-of-a-kind dog, and he captured the hearts of my entire family. He was our Snooter.
I don’t think that I will ever again see a stick laying on the ground that I don’t smile to myself and think of my sweet boy. While I will someday want another dog to love and give a home to, I know that there will never be another Pavy. I’ll always miss him, I’ll always love him, and I’ll always be looking forward to the day when I get to see his big Snooter grin running towards me again.
Pavlov
