I am giving you a heads up, this is a sad post.

Hawthorne was with me for about ten years, I got him as a puppy and was determined not to love him. I had lost two dogs in less than two years and did not want a third. My parents wanted me to jump right back into the saddle so to speak so after my second dog died they took me to the pound to pick out a new dog.

There he was staring at me with one ear perked up and the other flopped over, the cutest little husky mix ever.

I only picked him because I knew my parents would not leave me alone until I got a new dog. But I promised myself I would keep my distance. He ran off the day we brought him home and I just thought that proved my point even more.

In the end he won.

He was my little fluff ball and always a puppy to me. He danced around like a little puppy whenever the weather turned cold and loved to play in the snow.

Loving to a fault, I never did wrong in his eyes. No matter how long it had been since I had given him attention, he still greeted me like I was the best thing that ever happened to him.

I knew he was getting old but part of me thought that dog would live forever. When I saw him in laying on the garage floor this morning he was wagging his tale so happy to see me. But when he did not move I looked closer and saw the blood. There was a lot. He still managed to wag his tail for me a couple of times as I cried over him. We decided putting him down was the kind thing to do. He was almost gone already though.

I will miss my little fluff ball. Goodbye old friend, you made growing up easier.