In honor of National Dog Day, I shared photos and stories of the other pups that my family and I have been lucky enough to have in our lives with Louie. All of these dogs have made an impact on our lives, and we have learned so much from them. They gave us such joy, and of course we were struck with utter sadness when they left us.
Great, a Yorkie, was my mother's dog. I actually never had the pleasure of meeting him, but I've heard so many stories about him growing up. He was her companion, and always waited patiently by the door until she was done with class. He warmed her feet as she studied in her room. He sat in her bicycle basket as she peddled across town to see her friends. My mother loved him, and he loved her back tenfold.
My husband's family brought home Kumi, a Yellow Lab, when she was just a few weeks old. Danny's sister had longed for a puppy for so long, their mom agreed to welcome a dog into her home, although she was very fearful of dogs. Kumi was initially supposed to be an outside dog, but the more time Danny's family spent with her, the more she became a true family member and not "just a pet." Kumi quickly became the youngest daughter to Danny's mom, and her playful, yet gentle attitude brought lots of laughter and countless joy to their home for nearly a decade. She has a lot of similar qualities as Louie, so we always tell her how great of friends they would've been.
Skye was half Afghan and half Belgium Shepherd. I was volunteering at a pet adoption during my senior year in high school, and my sister came to pick me up. My sister and I noticed a rather strange man pushing a cart with about 4 to 5 puppies across the room. I was a bit apprehensive to approach him, but the cuteness of the puppies was so powerful, I walked over to him and asked if we could pet them. The one he handed over was Skye, and we couldn't NOT take him home! So we paid the man a small fee for the shots he already had the puppies take, and came home with a puppy. Skye was my sister's baby, but he held a great presence in our home. He had an air of regalness about him (must have been the Afghan side of him) and he didn't care about treats or toys. He loved being brushed (which was a must anyway), but he hated baths. He didn't learn how to bark or howl until he was 6 months old. Although he was not very tough, he was always protective of dogs smaller than him at the dog park.
Louie never had the chance to meet any of these dogs, but I'm certain they would've been the best of friends. She would've fit right in with Great as a cuddlebug, enjoyed an eating contest with Kumi, and would've brokered a deal by taking a bath in Skye's place in exchange for his treats and toys. Each of them hold a special place in my heart, and I am so glad I was able to share their stories with Louie today.