Our Boy - Sota

Some things are hard to put into words . . . but once you can, it can be healing.
2 days after Christmas we laid Sota to rest. It was calm, peaceful, and how someone who had been the greatest dog ever deserved to end his life.

He was 4 days short of being 14 years and 2 months old. We were blessed to have him there through sooooo many life changes - he outlived all of the puppies that came in the year(s) close to him - but no matter how long you get, it’s never enough . . .

He was our first kid . . . we carried him down flights of stairs to the city park (or at least sidewalk) to go to the bathroom at 3am after a 10hr restaurant shift in the 20 below temps of Minnesota in January. You go through that for someone, it’s love! He was the gentle soul that laid next to me through my pregnancies, and was close by the new baby every time. He always made his place no matter how many kids there were . . . He wasn’t rude about it, he wasn’t an attention hound, but if you forgot to call him in the room for a picture, he would come anyway . . . He tolerated all the craziness that is our home and never waivered . . . Every move, new house, additional kid, he took it all in stride . . . He even went through us bringing home a puppy and didn’t get mad, just annoyed . . . He was an old man, and still let his Daddy pick him up and hold him . . . He was so many things for so long . . . But mostly, he was just the greatest dog ever . . .