A Quiet Place

Today we are just spending some time as a family and reflecting on our Siberian Husky's antics -- he passed while sleeping last night. Our daughter, who is 4, is starting to "get it"; our son doesn't seem to grasp the concept well. He will still randomly call for the dog, as will our daughter. For that matter, both my husband and I have called both dogs at some point today before catching ourselves.

We buried Meeshie in the back yard before the kids were up this morning, in a quiet corner near the woods he loved so much. Our daughter has made 4 treks out there so far today to "make sure he's ok".

I know that he was "just a dog", but he was also family as far as we're concerned. I've had him longer than I've had kids, and he's always been there as far as the kids know. He will always be the only large dog I know that:

a) was scared of tree frogs
b) while peeing on a bush, was startled by a bird (who was startled by the "shower")
and fell over mid-stream
c) "kissed" you by bumping noses rather than licking, and
d) chased laser pointer lights like a cat

I'm going to miss that stinking dog. He was a good boy.