Alexzandra Hartje

I always thought the puppy stage and younger years were going to be my favorite to look back on. I was wrong. I loved Loki’s older years and the dog he became in the last years of his life. And our bond only ever got stronger. I swear we could communicate telepathically. He was sensitive to us and our emotions. He had a knowing about him. He was always gentle but his soft spirit really shined bright as an old man.
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We appreciated the slow, beautiful things together. We’d lay in the sun or walk around our garden and smell the flowers. Watch the bees, the birds. I think we cherished each other deeply.
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When he turned 10 last year (he died one week short of his 11th birthday by the way), I had a strong knowing it was going to be our last. He went everywhere with me. He got so many walks to the park and around the block. So many snuggles. So many treats. So so much quality time. He got so much attention- and he loveddd attention.
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On August 5th said goodbye to our best friend. I thought it would be the hardest day of my life. It turns out August 6th was harder. I’m not sure how to move forward without him and our routine. The pain is excruciating. I keep reaching for him and talking to him and looking for him and listening for him. Everything is different. It’s hard and sad. He brought us such comfort and pure love and joy.
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Thank you, Loki. I love you. Forever. Come find us again.