It is here that the ghost of my dog waits for me. All the years spent walking and exploring. What was so joyful then is now a holding place, as she looks for me, and yearns for me. All the while I reminisce, longingly, desperately, lovingly.
Friends, my sweet angel of a dog passed on October 26, just 5 days shy of her 12th birthday. Judy and I have been grieving since, and while we know time will soften this loss, Pumpkin will always live in our home and in our hearts.
There will come a time when I write a story about her, explaining in more detail who she was and what she meant to us, but that time is not yet. Thank you all for caring.
My big baby is hanging in there, toughing it out with a continued sweet disposition. Her 12th birthday is on Halloween, and I think she may make it. How I love her.
My sweet love is struggling these days and may well be losing the use of her legs. She will be 12 on Halloween and is still joyful and loving. How I love her.
Big baby Pumpkin, aka putty nosed Pumpkin, spends more time resting these days, but will still romp and play, if only for a bit. Judy and I totally adore her.
I cherish this dog, and as I watch her age I worry about her and love her all the harder. I also have the sense she is doing the same, in touch with fleeting time. My big baby.
My good friend Katherine at Photobooth Journal told me it was time for another Pumpkin portrait, so here we go. Pumpkin is 11, in good health,  and loved deeply.
A chilly February day brought a photo op on our daily walk with Pumpkin.
Pumpkin likes to spend chilly days sleeping under a warm skylight. Smart girl.
My sweet girl will be eleven on Halloween, and I love her madly. Isn’t she a beauty.
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