This is the really hard part of being a breeder.
Eileen Blass photo.
I am sorry to share that Holden Squeaker from the H Moon Litter had to leave this earth and his beloved human.
Holden Squeaker arrived much like his granddaughter, Pozy Clarkia — lifeless. We did not give up on him that day and when he finally squeaked — we celebrated and cried and named him Squeaker.
Toby took over when he was eight weeks old, and a Great Love was ignited.
Those Great Loves carry with them the seeds of shattering and yet we love anyway because they are worth every tear, every ripping shard from the shattering.
Holden Squeaker was such a dog for Toby.
I celebrate that Holden was so very loved — even as I physically wince thinking about what his loss means to Toby. A gut punch followed by a series of sucker punches, landing with cruel efficiency.
A great dog has left us.
Great Love endures.