Woof Woof Night Night

Our wonderfully sweet dog, Boomer had to leave us this weekend. As one friend said, he lived a great life and had Honey to thank for becoming part of our family. Boomer was a stray and wound up at the pound with Honey after she jumped out of my car window when I lived in Los Angeles. Let's just say I went to pick up one dog and left with two. That was 13 years ago and what a long, great trip it has been.

When Cece arrived, Boomer wasn't really sure what was happening. The night we came home from the hospital is one we'll never forget. I was in pain from the surgery, the heat was broken and Boomer was desperately whining and pacing around the house. It wasn't pretty. But in the next few weeks we all settled in to our roles and Boomer became Cece's ardent protector.

He was patient and loving even in his last months when she would crawl on him, pull his tail and pester him while he tried to sleep. I would say, "Cece, Boomer night-night" and she would wave her night-night wave and let him be. I think she has noticed he is gone. She looks around every now and then and says "Woof woof?". To which I reply, " Woof Woof night night". She gives me a little look as if to say, " Oh."

Although Cece won't remember Mommy's dogs, she'll know the story of how they kept Mommy company until Daddy came along then they kept Mommy and Daddy company until Cece came along. And, after Cece came along? Well, we're still writing that story.

In loving memory of Boomer, 1997 - 2010