A Piece Of My Heart

In Memory

I suppose it's only fitting that my first post in this blog be about the inspiration to start it.

This handsome boy right here:


My fluff-butt. My rock. My poi dog. My goober. My heart. My puppy. My Buddy.

He was a cattle dog, pitbull, chow mutt born on the side of the road on the Big Island of Hawaii. When my parent's brought him home, he was tiny.



He was always on "island time," tanning his abs, and driving slow.



He never barked, except when the threat was serious. Like chickens.



Like a true Hawaiian, he loved the sun and the sand ...



... but especially Christmas.



He was loyal and trusting. Abundantly generous with his affection, but secure in his masculinity.



He had strange hobbies for a dog ... like reading ...



... but that only made me love him more.

It is sad that life can come and go so quickly. I always said goodbye to him when I left as if it were the last time, but it wasn't until the last time that it actually was the last time. He passed away a year ago this week due to the negligent actions of a dog-sitter. While I was unable to be there in his final moments, a piece of him will be with me forever.

Enjoy the big lanai in the sky, baby boy! I miss you!