“When an eighty-five pound mammal licks your tears away, then tries to sit on your lap, it’s hard to feel sad.” Kristan HigginsKristan Higgins
Evan might think it hilarious that I posted a quote from a romance writer with this picture, but he’d also agree with the quote.
We begrudgingly housed Evan’s dogs, especially when he was away. It was hard to see past the copious amounts of dog hair which clung to my clothes and filled the dustpan. Sometimes I wondered if we were pitiful pushovers, but I’m glad now that we didn’t turn them away. It wouldn’t have been right.
His dogs are unique and unrepeatable and they helped him heal. He loved them for not holding anything against him. Ever.
It seems that toward the end, he was beginning to grasp the truth of how many people loved him the same way.
The dogs are well cared for, but I can’t help but wonder if they sense his absence from earth.
Thanks Hatchet and Tomahawk, for all you did for Evan.