“When you see yourself doing something badly and nobody’s bothering to tell you anymore, that’s a bad place to be. You may not want to hear it, but your critics are often the ones telling you they still love you and care about you and want to make you better.”—Randy Pausch - The Last Lecture (via my-blackpearl)
My Golden Retriever, and best friend Scout passed away on October 30, 2010.
Starting this week, I have been hearing his bark. I have two other dogs, and there are many other dogs in our neighborhood, but this is different. I hear his distinct bark, loud and clear - as if he is upstairs laying by the front door again. As the barking continues, I’ll go upstairs to find both of my dogs asleep and unalert or outside laying on the backdeck. The other dogs in the neighborhood are too far off for the sound to be coming from them. I honestly believe my boy has come down from Heaven to visit his family.
While that makes me happy, it also scares me horribly. His sister since her birth, Sable is a German Shepherd/Rotti mix. Rottwielers tend to live to around 9 years old, and Sable turned 9 back in April. I am scared that Scout has come, to spend the rest of Sable’s time here with all of us, and to lead the way for her, up to the gates of Heaven. I hate to think that my sweet girl is anywhere near ready to go - but then again, I wouldn’t want her to leave any other way, than running alongside her brother and best friend up to the creeks of Heaven. <3