Just Tears

 I am falling apart. He was in my arms as he passed. Beau was special because he was my first traveling buddy. He loved it as much as me. 

He didn't know what to think when we moved from the house to the motorhome. He still had run of the house and his yard but at night we stayed in the MH.

Beau was a runner. If detached, he would take off. Last year in Colorado he did it for the last time. I followed the road he went down and eventually found him trying to herd cattle. He heard my voice and came running to me.

He knew when I was down and not feeling well. He would come to me to be stroked and hugged. 

Beau barked at the thunder. His little raspy bark will be missed. He would spin in circles and run around.

Beau was super excited about very young children. Obsessed. It bordered on aggression so I kept his distance from kids. He started getting grumpy at all dogs so we stopped trying to make friends. He tolerated Max but had to grumble a few times to get him out of his bed.

When you adopt a 6 yo dog, you have no idea of his past. I only knew about him showing and breeding. He was super hyped when I got him home from the airport where I had him shipped. He ran and paced until he finally figured out the doggy door I had put in. He jumped in my bed in the middle of the night and wouldn't stop licking me.

I had a 45 ft deck he had access to. He would run from one end to the other for a very long time. He was an athlete and I did my best to help him get exercise. I wanted to take off his leash but...

Goodbye Beau. My heart bleeds.