AngusMcDubhsMom
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Traveler has taken his last journey without me. I can hardly see for the tears, but last night he got up from the floor, appeared to slip and dropped dead. He let out a small cry as he fell and I thought he had slipped and tried to get him up when he then howled long and mournfully. I called to Dave to help me get him up and then we realized he was gone.
I don't have to put things up out of reach anymore, I can open the refrigerator and the trash cabinet without saying "get your head OUT of there;" I don't need to check if the front gate is locked before opening the door; my pillows are safe from mortal attacks, as is my toothbrush and the bathtub soap, I don't have to stretch to reach the toilet in the dark or feel around with my foot for the big furry object at the foot of the stairs. If he was a velcro Newf, then I was a velcro human because I loved having him close to me. After my heart attack he was always near or if I let him run loose ahead of me in the woods, he always stopped to check on my whereabouts. No more big paws slapping my laptop or my arm, to tell me it's time to play or walk. No bashing the backdoor to go outside. How will I cope with this lack of chaotic love in my life---less drool, less fur and mud? I know Bella will try to take up the slack, but she is she and he is Himself. My good-bad boy. My Traveler. My love.
I don't have to put things up out of reach anymore, I can open the refrigerator and the trash cabinet without saying "get your head OUT of there;" I don't need to check if the front gate is locked before opening the door; my pillows are safe from mortal attacks, as is my toothbrush and the bathtub soap, I don't have to stretch to reach the toilet in the dark or feel around with my foot for the big furry object at the foot of the stairs. If he was a velcro Newf, then I was a velcro human because I loved having him close to me. After my heart attack he was always near or if I let him run loose ahead of me in the woods, he always stopped to check on my whereabouts. No more big paws slapping my laptop or my arm, to tell me it's time to play or walk. No bashing the backdoor to go outside. How will I cope with this lack of chaotic love in my life---less drool, less fur and mud? I know Bella will try to take up the slack, but she is she and he is Himself. My good-bad boy. My Traveler. My love.
so sorry for you loss 
