FLASH BACK FRIDAY

This was exactly one year ago as we made our way down to King of the Hammers. I just finished (and started) reading "i'm a good dog" by Ken Foster and near the end he says:

"Because pit bulls live their life so intensely, so fully, with such great appreciation for every moment they are alive, the void they leave behind is made that much harder to fill....I wasn't prepared for the hole that was created in her wake (his dog)...losing her was like losing a limb."

And while I wouldn't say Gir lived his life intensely (unless you call his sleeping intense, which it was), the rest is totally true, he definitely appreciated life, like his final moments were spent out in the backyard just enjoying the sunshine, happy as could be. But he's right, there is still a gaping hole in my heart from losing him. I've lost other dogs before, but none have effected me as much as Gir has. He was the best. 

It's weird being here, this annual thing, where Gir has been with me the past couple times, and to now have a new, different dog. Instead of worrying if my dog is comfortable or warm enough, I'm making sure he's getting enough exercise and isn't being a spaz running after other dogs. 

I miss what I had with Gir, like you could see the emotion in his eyes or know what he was thinking. I don't have that yet with Ninja and I'm thinking it won't ever happen. I'm convinced it's because he's more lab than pit, he just has a blank stare and usually a wagging tail. Hopefully I'm wrong and Ninja will come around...

i miss you sweet, old man.