Trapped in Time

Since Tucker’s death on Friday, both Forbin and Dobbs have done all they can to keep our spirits up. I caught this great moment this morning out on the deck as Dobbs already layed out to sun himself, while Forbin was in the middle of rolling over onto his side.

That’s not to say that the loss has gone unnoticed. The pack is one member short and they have both spent considerable amounts of time hiding under beds and in dark corners by themselves. It has only strengthened my belief in dogs’ ability to not only tap into human emotions, but experience similar if not the same ones themselves. Losing one of your best friends is not easy, and dealing with that loss is accomplished through humor, fun, quiet introspection, and ultimately just pure grief.

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Couldn’t go 13 more days without giving a nod to my little guy, so I bought the Forbin shirt.  No Forbin’s > Mockingbird tonight, but it’s coming at some point this summer!

Basking (via | view large on black)

If I wasn’t already a dog guy for life, he’s certainly made me into one.

Three years of Forbin in photos.

Happy birthday, little guy! We love you.

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I was combing through some photos from way back as I piece together a little tribute to the Colonel.  The little guy turns 3 on Thursday, and unfortunately for the second time in three years I will not be with him on his birthday. I’m sure it’ll just be another day for him, so I won’t feel too bad about it and he will be getting a raincheck on his steak dinner. However, he’s been gone two days now, and the place doesn’t feel quite the same without him. His blanket doesn’t drape over the left arm of my chair creating his patented pocket, and there’s no one to greet us when we walk in the door.

I didn’t realize what a good photo this was until I went back to the RAW file and dropped in the grayscale version.  This will definitely go into the little project I’m working on.

My parents came up to the city today and I took them out for a late lunch.  My real gift to my mom (and dad) though was a week with Forbs.  Eugene and I are going to be out in Charlottesville on business for a few days, so Forbin needs somewhere to get his daily attention.

My mom’s a special lady.  She’s raised two quality sons and beaten cancer, and I owe her a whole lot, much more than a pup.

forbin:

How do I curb my 4:30 PM hunger pangs? Force myself to sleep… wherever that might be.

Not sure how you pull it off buddy, but you find ways to sleep in positions I would never find remotely comfortable.

Larger Than Life (view on flickr)

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Somehow he looks like a giant in this one.  Alas, he’s still 12 inches tall and a solid 11 lbs.  His Batman ears against the Chicago skyline is pretty cool as well.