tacran
Posted : 6/4/2006 9:37:20 PM
As everyone has said, there are too many moments to choose just one. When Tonka was still with us, the simplest things brought me so much joy, and the absence of those little things make for the hugest hole in my life now that he's gone.
But, one of my favorite moments was when he was very young, maybe 18 months old. Our neighbor's daughter, who was 4, was crazy about him. She spent many an evening lying in the front yard with him after we returned from our walks, and he licked her ears and let her rest her head on him. When she went to Kindergarten, she wanted to bring him to "show and tell." We brought him in on the designated day, and she stood in front of the class with her arm around his neck (he was a Bull Mastiff, so huge compared to her), and announced, "This is Tonka, and he's my best friend." I literally felt my heart swell, and tears sprung to my eyes as I watched them together. She gave her little speech about his "biography" and their visits, and he happily greeted the group of about 15 Kindergartners as they circled around him.
Just one of the many ways he was truly my "pride and joy."