The amazing story of the owl is one side of our daily lives – actually saving a young creature to live it’s life to adulthood. On the other side of the coin comes sorrow that hits hard. Hope, Connie’s sweet black lab mix dog crossed over the Rainbow Bridge yesterday. She was getting old and her health was failing yet she traveled to Florida with Connie and Roy in March and enjoyed warm walks on the beach although they were slow walks.
Hope stayed here with us many times over the years and she was a gentle soul. She loved doing chores and roaming around the barn having a bite of chicken poop now and then. She was always glad to come here and when I’d open up their house door and she heard me, she came trotting down the stairs. She couldn’t wait to get in my van and come to the farm. She snored loudly at night, sometimes so loud I could hardly sleep – ha! She loved to clean up everybody’s food bowl and I usually allowed it – keeping Hope was like having a grandchild stay overnight. She could do no wrong.
I took this picture of Connie and Hope right before they left for Florida. It’s soooo hard to take a picture of a black dog, isn’t it?
To all of you who have loved a dog as a member of your family, you know this doesn’t get easier. I know Hope is running with our other dogs and feeling no pain. Rest In Peace, Hopey!