Stroller walks certainly became interesting, me pushing the baby with two labs pulling me on leashes. We considered finding a new home for Drake, the yellow lab, who had more energy than a 3-year-old. Somehow, we never did. Maybe it was guilt, the knowledge that we would miss him, or the hope that one day I would find a balance, but we kept him. He was a good dog. As friendly as they come, with just enough spunk to keep you laughing.
One day, my co-host, Kevin, mentioned that they were in the market for a new dog, a family pet. I couldn’t have imagined a better fit. Kevin had three daughters who would shower Drake with attention, and a backyard that would allow Drake to run off that energy. Not to mention Kevin’s truck that had a passenger seat with Drake’s name on it, as they would one day enjoy running errands together.
Who else gets to hear heartwarming stories of their beloved dog after he’s found a new home? I’ve had the chance to hear about Drake snatching entire loaves of bread, his favorite, and snoozing at the foot of Kevin’s youngest daughter’s bed. I can’t think of a better family for Drake, which was a present from Greg twelve years ago.
But, today is bittersweet.
Kevin was unusually quiet this morning, and confirmed what we knew would be a likely outcome. Drake is being put under, due to an illness that has affected his quality of life. So, here’s to Drake, a dog who met Kevin at the door with his shoe. A dog who tried to hide the slice of pizza he snatched from the counter, though you could clearly see the triangular outline in his cheeks. Drake was one-of-a-kind.
We’ll miss you, buddy.