So I sit here alone again on another insomnia night and watch movies that no one would want to watch with me other than my mother. Specifically Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1. Spoiler alert::::: Dobbie, the faithful little elf dies. And he dies for the person and with the person who he loves the most, none other than Harry Potter.
Geeked out enough, I oddly can relate this to our most faithful friends in life, our dogs. In the movie Harry immediately decides that Dobbie deserves a proper burial despite the eminent circumstances. That immediately made me think of what my husband and father in law went through when our best friend and K9 family member left us. The amount of courage and, for lack of a better term at the moment, guts that it took/takes to give someone that close to you not only a proper burial but to perform it yourself is something that I just can't fathom.
I miss that dog every day and I don't know that I could have done what he did to honor him properly. He meant the world to us, and I can only imagine how hard that must have been. I do a lot day to day and while none of that should be taken for granted, I think there is part of what he does that I don't give enough credit for. Stuff I could never handle.
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