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I'm going to try this again................
July 7, 2017 was what I thought would be the worst day of the year. My husband called me at work, in tears. I just about fainted because the first thought that crossed my mind was that something had happened to his son (my stepson) who is still in El Salvador. By the time I could make out what he was saying through his sobs, I realized that 2 of my dogs had died. I left work early and rushed home. By the time I'd made the 40 minute trip, he had them laid out beside a grave. It was my two youngest dogs. Penny Pie, the puppy I'd found beside the road in a box of rocks. She'd grown in a noble friend, loyal and true. And Guacho, the goofball Rottweiler mix who was abandoned on our doorstep at the old place, as we were packing to come here. He would only tell me that when he got home on break, he'd found them with their collars hooked together. This happened during record-breaking heat and humidity. The day they died, it had been 105, with heat index 114+. When I started to dig a second grave, he said "NO. They were hugging each other when they died. I want them to get to heaven hugging each other." So we wrapped each in a clean white blanket, and placed them there together. We said a prayer, then covered them over.
I was very concerned, because Gonzalo couldn't quit sobbing. He kept asking if I hated him! :'( :'( He'd moved them while he was getting ready to lay fence posts down one side of the property. Understand, my husband has always been very closed with his emotions. He wasn't very much of an animal person when we first met. (I've rubbed off on him in 8 years.) He kept mumbling "Who's going to watch my back when I'm here alone? Who's going to protect you when I'm not here? Who's going to listen to me when I'm on break? Who's going to make me laugh?" I had NO IDEA that he'd considered Penny his very best friend. I'd seen him gently stroke her ears when passing by her, or offering her a tidbit every now and again. But I didn't know that her confident, peaceful and alert personality had wiggled it's way into his heart. No one could dislike Guacho...he really was a goof ball. He always reminded me of a joke my brother told about Marine recruits. The punchline was "Strong like bull, smart like tree." That was Guacho.