Katy and I went into Boston on December 31, 2010. We bought Celtics tickets, had coffee and pastry in the North End, went to the game, walked around the Boston Common, and had dinner at Quincy Market. As we drove home to Shrewsbury we were aware that Boomer was not there waiting for us.
As the ball dropped that night, and we said goodbye to 2010, it was yet another goodbye to Boomer. The passage of time was forcing us to face our first year without him, and reflect on the year that we lost our dog.
Since I’ve been on vacation this week I’ve had some time to work on this blog and reflect on him some more.
As I walk outside and my hands swing by my side, I have felt the pain of his loss, because he would be running beside me with a tennis ball in his mouth, trying to place it in my swinging hand as I was walking, so I would throw it again.
As I walk up and down the stairs to the basement, I remember how he used to walk 3/4 of the way down the stairs, position his paws on the edge of the stairs, and peek around the corner to see who was sitting on the couch watching TV.
As we sit in the hot tub, I think of how he used to lie on the deck or the grass, facing the pond, watching for activity, and we would say “Who is it?”, and he would bark at the night. And then his Mommy would say, “What a FIERCE doggy!”.
Katy and I spoke last night about how it’s been over 3 months and we still talk about him, miss him, and cry over him. Perhaps it’s the vacation time and the reflection on this blog.
He was the best, and it’s going to be hard this year without him.
