Our sweetest little rescue dog have traveled to the Rainbow Bridge.
We rescued Dexter ten years ago from that horrible little house, were he was locked into the darkness together with some other dogs. He lived inside and constanlty for ten years did he lift his leg. However, with the smallest bladder we always forgave him and rolled the carpets away.
Age of probably twenty years old, he prepared us for a good bye. He was ready, I thought I was.
There are so many steps of grieving.
To say goodbye, when waking up in the morning I still look after him. Preparing the dogbowls of food, and still I turn around and belive that he sits there waiting together with the others to eat.
It never gets easy to lose a big soul (in a tiny body) that gave you his complete love for many years, without asking for anything in return.