Our little man is gone ... losing man's best friend is difficult
Dunkin left this world today.
He left the pain from his eye and throat behind for the two people who loved him most. Now it's our turn to hurt, much more than he, I think, because we made the decision to send him on his way before pain took control of him.
He was way too special to ever suffer.
So it was the right thing to do. We had to do it twice before with the cairn terriers before him.
He's now playing with them - Pee Wee and Katy, and their friend Pepper – who belonged to two people very dear to us.
Our recovery, as many of you know from your own losses, will take time. It will be different for us this time, since this will be the first time in nearly two decades that our house will not be home to a four-legged fur kid.
We're not ready for another right now and not sure when we will be. There won't, and can't be, another Dunkin. We know that. If I thought for one second that we could have another exactly like him, things might be different.
But that wouldn't be fair to another dog ... to compare it to another so very special.
So we'll wait, heal as best we can and cherish the memories that ‘The Mayor” gave us over the years.
We rescued Dunk from a puppy mill. In many ways he rescued us, as well.
Physically, he's now gone to play with his old friends, in a place with unlimited treats and squeaky toys, and more bushes and tree stumps than a dog could ever hope for.
But in our hearts, he'll be with us forever.
Godspeed, little man. You were a most special friend.
And we love you so much more than you ever knew.



