The passing of a friend

This morning I got some sad news that one of my favorite dogs had passed on to the great fire hydrant in the sky. Bodhi belonged to our dear friends and was really the only dog that Kylie had any patience for. They were like siblings and we never laughed more than watching the two of them play together, especially given Kylie's tendency to bitch slap Bodhi into complete submission despite his larger size and greater age.

Bodhi was a dear, a dog who would cuddle, who was just happy and content being around those that he loved. He was, in fact, the reason that we sought out and adopted Kylie, our friends success in rehabilitating Bodhi giving us the bravery to do the same. He was saved from being euthanized at a shelter and so was one of those pups that was given a second chance at life. Given his loyalty towards his people, I think he was always aware of how lucky he was. He had his quirks, as do many rescue dogs who have been abandoned and abused, but overall he was an amazing beast and brought years of joy to those of us who loved him.

Here's one of my favorite pictures of Bodhi and Kylie. You can be sure that two seconds after the shutter went off, the two of them went tearing after whatever they are so focused on. Kylie would be out in front, focused on whatever it was she was chasing, and Bodhi, loping behind with his perky gait, would be happy to back her up. May you have endless fields to run across and squirrels to chase, buddy. You are missed.