Over the 4th of July weekend, we went up north to The Falls. It turned out to be one, last incredible week at the lake with our German Wirehair, Tuffy. That sweet guy got to swim, chase ducks, go for boat rides, eat all the fallen food after our meals and play with the kids.
He was 13 years old, almost completely blind and had been dealing with stomach issues. Even with all that, he had so much zest for life! So much energy with a side of "What are we going to do now?" attitude. Never thought those would be his last days.
Coming home to an empty house was really tough. Sometimes, I still think I hear him barreling up the stairs.
I'm trying to focus on all the good, funny, sweet moments Jeff and I had with him over the past 13 years. Here's to you, Tuffy. Thanks for the time. I love you and miss you...