Three years ago today, my special and loving little pug, Monty knew it was time to leave my side. His tired old and broken body could not carry the burden any longer. He left me sometime in the middle of the night, quietly, in his little dog bed. His sister, Lulu snoozing in her bed next to him. It wasn’t until the morning came that I found him in his lifeless slumber. At the time, all I felt was grief and longing. It was hard to remember his wonderful presence and love through the tears. It was even harder to imagine any normalcy in my life. My pup was gone.
Through the fast passing years, I’ve been able to move forward with life and the business, which I developed in homage to pups Monty and Lulu. Their special love and devotion drives me to ensure the pets we care for receive all the care and nurturing they deserve. It’s a special thing to go into someone’s home and care for their pets. The trust placed in us to care for not only the home but a member of the family is immense. However, the rewards are boundless: constant tail wagging, a lick of the ear, rubbing on the leg, a gentle meow, or a happy bark! All help to keep in perspective how special a bond we have with these beautiful animals.
Monty is gone, but he is never forgotten. Eighteen years have passed since he entered my life, and yet, I still remember the softness of his ears, the smell of his fur, and the sweetness of his snore. He sits on my mantle at home, in a little box that looks nothing like him, but I know he’s there. I say goodnight to him every night and touch the box so he knows I’m here too. It may sound silly to some, but to me, I celebrate him in my own special way.
There’s no Day of the Dead celebrations for pets, but if there were, it would be an everlasting celebration of playing fetch, digging holes, chewing on a good bone, and lying in a sunbeam. I look forward to the day I see him again…neither of us in pain, both of us whole, and forever walking in the sun.