I edited the blog many times. I added more pictures. I added a video. I added a few more memories. I cleaned up the typos and the grammar. Finally by the end of the night I could read it through and not be weepy.
This morning I patted the bed beside me to see if Tucker had jumped up when Marco went downstairs as was often his routine. He wasn't in bed with me.
I came downstairs and saw Marco sitting on our stoop. The poor man is gutted. He woke up prepared to take his boy for a walk.
Bella started cleaning up and putting away remnants of Tucker's life as soon as we got home Saturday.
We threw away the a couple of the blankets that had Tucker embedded in them. We threw away the L.L. Bean Bed that was really so gross it should have been tossed years ago. We threw away the now squeaker-less toys he loved so.
We are mourning for Tucker like we've never mourned anything else.
A friend sent me this excellent article about mourning the loss of a dog yesterday and it really resonated with us.
At one point yesterday Marco said, "Poor Tucker."
I quickly responded with, "It is not poor Tucker. He had a great life. His eyes were sparkly, his tail was wagging, he was smiling, he was eating treats and getting all of our attention. We gave him, a very sick dog, peace and SO. MUCH. LOVE. before his body fully broke down. Poor US is more like it."
I went back to the salon Saturday afternoon a couple of hours after we bid our sweet boy farewell. When I got there they had gotten us a card along with the a rock for each of us that says, "pets leave paw prints on your heart forever." The back side of it is a paw.
As a family we would like to thank you all for your words of support. For your compassion. For sharing your own stories of loss.
Tucker was our first family dog. And were't we all so lucky.
Little Boys Grow Up and Dogs Get Old - Luke Bryan