Friday I spent the afternoon with my sick buddy. Angela got Niko in 1999 when we were just dating but couldn't keep him at her apartment, so I raised him at the 100 Mile House, in Broomfield. When we married a year later, he became my only Boy, in a house of girls. =-) Harley came a little later. . .He got cancer this winter, and died on Saturday, December 6th. The girls and I went back to Angela's house on Friday after school and spent a few more hours with him. I explained to them that he was sick and would not be there when we got back on Sunday night. They were shocked and sad, as they should be when you lose your friend. We spent the night decorating for Christmas and passing the time talking about Niko and memories we shared. I remember him for his cumming ability to escape and never get caught. I also remember his patience with the girls as they grew and climbed all over him. He barked at the door to always let us know when someone was there, and I always felt safe to have the girls home when he was there.
He was such a great dog. He was an amazing companion to a young family. He was a great boy for me. I will miss him so much. It hurts to think of him gone. Life is a timeline of snapshots. I have many of him. I am thankful I got to know him so well. I love you Niko Mujica. I'll see you again. . . . .
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