Lisa Hood

When I think of loyalty and unconditional love, I will always think of you.  You were protective, but gentle and always cared for your family; whether it was looking out for Hershe, making sure she got plenty to eat and wasn’t too abused by the puppies; keeping Sammy & Bear in line or standing guard at the foot of our bed.  You soaked up love like a sponge, never getting enough to satisfy your soul.  In fact, you had a few tricks to get extra loving, like getting all the dogs to bark outside while you snuck in quietly for some “good girl” pats;  instigating a “fight” to clear the room or laying on top of us so no other dogs could get near.  We always joked that you thought you were a lap dog because you wanted to be on top of us.  You just didn’t know how big you were, laying in the little bed or sprawled across the sofa.  

I hope you were happy with us and I’m so sorry your life was short.  Even though you had gotten sick months earlier, I never imagined you would die.     I think part of the reason you died is because we left you this weekend and I will always regret that.  I hope you forgive us for that.  It just didn’t seem possible that we would lose you.

I do believe all dogs go to heaven and so I know you are soaking up the sun, chasing birds and kickboxing in dry grass.  I can’t wait to see you again.  I promise extra hugs and kisses when I do.