There is a line in Emma that Mr. Knightley says something that seems to fit this experience.
“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.”
That is how I feel about my little Ber.
As much as I love my Hoodie-boy, I still miss my little Ber. He was always called little because he was smaller than the big dog (Duke). Honestly, I think he may have been a really heavy Husky, kind of barrel shaped, but he carried it well. And no matter what, that beautiful face is what charmed everyone anyway.
I always thought Duke was handsome – at least to me – but Ber was a bit unusual and people just flocked to him. I do miss my little Bering boy. Yes, he was upside-down for this picture. I have not turned it. And do love the snow nose.
Miss you my sweet boy.
The best Dog in the world would have been 13 today – my Duke. I miss him every single day. No matter what other dogs I have they will not replace him – ever.
Is that wrong? I do not think so. There is only the one Dog you love more than all the others. You just cannot help it. I am not sure I will ever get over it. But, that being said, I do want another GSD. He will never be Duke, but I think he will make me happier than I am now.
This post just seems to get harder each year. But I will not forget my duffus Siberian Husky. I loved the way he welcomed me home every night – with his chortling and talking. It is a total Husky thing. MotH – I do want at least one more Husky and also a GSD. Yep. You have been given notice.
Bering – my sweet puppy boy
Love every once in a while how Bering would howl like a wolf. Not very often, but he still did it. Love how he probably would let a burglar in the house and showed them to the best stuff if you gave him something to eat. Duke would never ever do that. Bering totally would.
He was my* first sweet (puppy) boy. The Boy was so happy when we got him because this was one of the two dogs he always wanted. The first was a GSD and the other was a Siberian Husky. Not many kids get the exact dogs they want. The Boy came up with the name and with his geography brain he said Bering. It made so much sense. The two (dog) boys were close in age. Duke was about a year and Bering, when we rescued him was, according to the vet, about 9 months, so the dogs and the Boy grew up together. Best thing ever.
*Duke was always the MotH and the Boy’s dog. Not mine, but Duke always took care of me.