My sweet Kramer never fully recovered from
the stroke he had over a week ago.
He had a rough day on Sunday and died
in my arms in the wee hours of the night.
In memoriam of my friend for 15 years
I want to share this TRUE story with you.
Kramer was a rescue dog.
I adopted him after our 3
older kids had married
or moved out to attend college.
He became my baby and filled
the void that was in my empty
nest...Fast forward to three years
later. Our oldest daughter had
her first child - our first grand
child. You can just imagine all
the excitement and joy that came
into our life within this sweet,
highly anticipated bundle of pink.
A little time passed and it was
our first time to babysit our
granddaughter while the new
Mom & Dad had an evening out.
We oohed, aahed, played, fed,
diapered and thoroughly enjoyed
having this sweet child to ourself
for a couple of hours. Suddenly
Kramer took a backseat to the
attention in our house. At one
point he trotted into view carrying
the babies rattle in his mouth.
He was quite pleased with the
new found toy which he had found
laying in the baby carrier which I
had left sitting on the floor...
How dare he put his mouth on
the babies toy!
I raised my voice scolding Kramer
harshly for his behavior.
He dropped the toy
and ran to hide under the bed,
a shamed doggie.
An hour or so later, when my
daughter came to fetch the baby,
I went to place the baby into her
carrier for the car ride home.
There, laying in the carrier,
was Kramer's favorite toy
which he had placed there.
His way of saying he was
11/30/94 - 4/12/10