... It is with a heavy heart that I write this week's blog. Our dog, Alex, was struck and killed by a car on Monday evening. I keep thinking it was a bad dream and wake up each morning expecting him to greet Holden and I and give us kisses. Alex was part of our family and we will miss him dearly. And while Alex was sweet to Holden and I, he was definitely Daddy's dog. Alex always wanted to be wherever Reece was. They were definitely buds!
I realize that Alex was a pet, however, we treated him like our child. I know that is hard for some people to understand (or accept), but that was what we wanted. He would have been 4 years old this January. Although it was a short life, it was a good one. He was mainly an indoor dog and made himself comfortable throughout the house. He got 1-2 walks a day. He loved when we would take him to the dog park or for rides in the car. He went on several vacations with us and loved exploring new places. But most importantly, he loved us unconditionally. He would have done anything to make us happy. He accepted Holden from the moment he met him and was protective of the newest member of his pack. And ever since I've been home with Holden, Alex has been a huge part of our day. Holden can not quite say Alex, so he called him "Al". The past couple of mornings, Holden walked around the house calling Al. And then he'd go to the pantry and get Alex's treats and call him again. I've told Holden that Alex is with God. We have a little German Shepherd Angel Christmas ornament that we've put on the tree. Holden pointed at the ornament this morning and said "Al". I said, "Yes, Alex is now an Angel."We will miss you sweet Alex. RIP
