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Our family dog pack has ranged from the extra small to the extra large over the years and we’ve had our fair share of escape artists and wannabe sled dog. For many of them, harnesses had collars beat hands-down for keeping our pups safe.
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As Thumper figures out indoor life, he got a bit of a crash course in how to be an indoor dog in THIS house from Huffle.
Normal dogs would be surprised to hear this but squeaky toys are not intended to be hurt, chewed, or torn apart.
Tossing around? Fine.
Squeaking repeatedly? No.
Chewing off bits? NO.
Pulling off tails? OH MY GOD, GIVE ME THAT TOY.
Huffle didn’t take away the toy immediately but he did hover until Thumper put it down, then nabbed it to heal it through the power of love and grooming. We couldn’t help but laugh at them both. When Huffle’s back was turned, we repatriated the hedgehog and returned it to Thumper who obviously felt the shame that he was meant to.
He kept this up for days. Every toy that Thumper squeaked was taken away and lovingly place in his crate for R&R.
To his credit, Thumper respected Huffle’s rule so long as he was around and never ever took Huffle’s toys to destroy even after he was gone. This is a bit of a conundrum – we can’t get rid of them and Thumper knows better than to actually play with them.
RIP, Huffle. Your toy friends are still safe.
Then it became something more serious.
It’s been months and I still can’t tell this story without my chest tightening.
At the end of last summer, we lost Huffle under a murky set of circumstances where a former friend was taking care of him and completely utterly failed at the job. Best I can tell, our incredibly detailed and explicit instructions which included the note “never feed him breakfast before his walk” was probably not followed. We think he bloated because he was reportedly in discomfort, drooling and hiding, but instead of informing us immediately (also an explicit instruction we repeated several times: let us know if ANYTHING seems weird or wrong), or taking him to the vet, they simply left him at him and went to work.
I can’t fathom what on earth they were thinking but our beloved boy was just left at home alone and he didn’t make it to the afternoon.
We were, needless to say, devastated. Wrecked. Marooned on an island with our grief.
I didn’t know how we’d get past it, and I don’t know if we are, but as they say, time does soften the sharp edges of loss. We still miss him ever so much, and think of him often, but we’ve surrounded ourselves with pictures of him and have kept busy with Thumper’s allergies and other health problems. Keeping busy helps, but we’re always going to have a HufflePup shaped hole in our hearts.
Now that I’ve managed to share the sadness, I’ll keep writing here in his memory, in some way.