Exactly a year ago we lost Pete. Pete wasn't just a family pet, she was a beloved family member. She was 16 when she died. I never talked about it here on the blog because, well, I didn't want to. I remember the day she died vividly. When we got home from the vet, I fell asleep in a chair in the living room. I woke up about an hour later and looked around. At that moment, when I realized she wasn't there anymore, my heart literally hurt. I'd never felt a pain quite like that before. Slowly but surely, we've all started to come to terms with the fact that she is gone and now we can look back fondly at the years we were lucky enough to spend with her.
Pete was definitely one of a kind. During the week she would go to work with my Dad every day. His customers looked forward to seeing her each time he went to their homes to do their plumbing. She was quite the little sidekick, sitting next to him in his truck, even crawling under houses with him. Nobody had ever met a dog quite like Pete, and I don't think anyone ever will again.
Although a year has passed, it's still hard to look through these old photos and talk about her, but I guess that's normal. I look back now and I'm happy that I was lucky enough to spend 16 years of my life with her. I'm pretty sure she was happy to spend those 16 years with us too because we spoiled her rotten, but after all, she deserved it.