Dudley

I'm at home today. I called in this morning to say I wouldn't be in. Last night when we got home from work, Dudley was obviously very sick. We called the vet and they said they would stay open for us. We live 77 miles from the vet so it was over an hour before we got him there. After some exploration surgery, we were told that he had bloat and that his stomach had died due to lack of blood flow. The vet recommended that we have him put to sleep, which we agreed to. He was just nine years old, a beautiful cream standard poodle. He was so goofy and wanted nothing more than to make people laugh. I loved how he would lean his entire self onto me,he was such a love. For our grandkids, he was whatever they needed him to be-protective, silly, soft. He could be a friend to them, or a slide or even a soft landing and we never worried that he would snap at them. And I bought him but he was really Dave's dog. Dave swallowed his pride and fell in love with that dog. Everybody in town makes fun of Dave because he took Dudley everywhere with him. So today, I'm grieving and worrying about Dave and I thank you for giving me a place to tell you about this great big empty place that I'm sure will not ever be properly filled.