Willy

[Whopper Stopper]

Christmas is always a special time. Most everyone seems to be in fine spirits and even those who are not will usually respond to a greeting when one is offered. In our house things are probably a little different than most. We do not have any kids so a large part of the season trickles by quieter than I am sure many households would experience.

One event that we have always looked forward to is making sure that tucked under the tree were a few packages for the kid we did have, our little chocolate lab, Willy. For the last eight years Willy has been our pride and joy. He has been our boy.

Willy always looked forward to the Christmas Season. He seemed to really get fired up when every year he would come along to help pick out a tree. He loved checking them all out and always behaved around them. His favorite was always the one we ended up bringing home. He spent time in the garage when we returned helping to figure out again, how the dang tree stand worked. He certainly had more patience then me. He was always willing to listen to my rants.

When the tree came into the house Willy always acted like he never saw a thing. He never once bothered an ornament or anything under the tree. For five or six days he would put up with our ritual of putting packages under the tree. Always ignoring the fancy wrapped boxes even though he knew most of them were his.

On Christmas Eve without any prompting from us, Willy would walk over by the tree and sit down. He would stare at us with a look only a lab owner can appreciate. He just seemed to know that this was the night he got to open some of his stuff. One by one he would pull and rip, grunt and dig, trying to get into his gift. By the time he accomplished his task he was about worn out. Willy would go through the same process over and over until everything we gave him was opened. Sometimes we made him wait with a couple boxes until the next morning; he never had a problem with it. Some years he would sleep by the tree waiting for morning to come. No matter how excited, he would never help himself until we told him it was ok.

About two months ago we had to put our boy down. He is now with his big brother who for 11 years previous to Willy gave us the same joys every Christmas Season. To be blessed with a finer pair is unimaginable; it was a true honor sharing our house with them.

This year we skipped a tree, for it just didn’t seem right. One day we may again open our hearts to another crazy kid, but for now, part of this Christmas Eve will be spent reflecting on Willy. RIP little friend.

Thanks for reading the ramblings of a dog lover.

WS

[rustysetter]

Whopper, sorry to hear about the loss of your boy, a great dog sure leaves a void especially this time of year. That is a great story about Willy.

[Pherris]

Sounds like he was a good kid! May you find peace and joy this holiday season with the wonderful memories you have of Willy.

Peace

[Ryan_V]

It's difficult to let go. Know you did right by him. Always a very hard decision, but always the right thing to do. Thanks for sharing, have a merry Christmas

[LABS4ME]

Merry Christmas to you and your wife Whopper. While you feel blessed to have had Willy, he was blessed to have you!

Wrap a present for Willy... put it where he'd like to lay. He'll stop by to give it a smell and to be with you on Christmas day.

Godspeed Willy.

Ken

[rockman]

My condolences to you, and your family, Whopper Stopper. May you find some measure of peace, and joy this Christmas season, in remembering the good times, and the joy, that Willie brought to you and your family. Merry Christmas to you, and your family. RIP Willie.