Today, I had to put my sweet Irish Wolfhound down. She was a sweet, sweet puppy. She was 10. She lived a good life.
What I’ll Miss About My Irish Wolfhound
- Her sweet temperment
- Her attachment to me. How she cried every time I left home and ran at me when I got home
- Her sweet bark
- Her majesty and beauty
- Our walks
- Her desire to chase bunnies but didn’t because she was so well trained
- Her dreadlocks
- Her small ears
- Her undying love and devotion to me
- How she laid in her grass
- How she loved and protected her chickens
- How I had to scratch her chin every night before bed
- How people called her a Shetland pony
- Her beard
- How she leaned into you when you petted her
- How she loved Dutch Bros
- How she loved peanut butter
- How she’d smash her bones on the concrete, so she could get to the interior, good marrow (she was incredibly smart)
- How she’d raise her paw when she was laying down in a submissive posture, so you could pet her belly
- How she ate snow for her water intake
- How she stood for 24 hours when she had a cone on because she was afraid to lay down
- How she wouldn’t eat when I’d go on vacation
Too much death in my life right now. I love you and miss you, Jewel! I’ll see you soon!
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