All Dogs Go To Heaven

Ya know, when you get a dog there's a pretty good chance that you will live longer than he does. Unfortunately for us, that reality came a little quicker than expected. Radar was our first attempt at taking care of something, other than a plant, and trying not to screw it up too bad. Well, as you can see below, he was really easy to love.



But still, he was just a dog. Or was he? On more than one occasion he doubled as the Daniels security force, just ask Shawn or a few of our neighbors. He may have looked scary, but there was no bite in his bark. Any neighborhood cat could scare him away in seconds.



He definitely calmed down towards the end of his life, and that made him even more enjoyable with the kids. The night before he died I came home to the sight of Isaac hugging Radar's neck in a death grip. Radar didn't flinch. Radar acted like that was his calling in life.



When Radar passed away, I don't think any of us realized how difficult it would be. At least I didn't. I keep having to remind myself that he was just a dog, and not even a house dog. Somehow it still stings.

The discussions that we have been able to have with Madison, Emma, and Isaac however have been Heaven sent. They have never experienced the death of a loved one, and this has provided that teaching opportunity without actually wading through those waters. Where they have three sets of grandparents and numerous aunts, uncles, and cousins they will undoubtedly have to pass through those experiences.

Well Radar, thanks for the memories, it was a ball. Lick on buddy, lick on.



Written by Kelly