Dear Flash, You’re A Big Brother

In Memory of Flash: Part 7

This is the final piece of my series, written over two years ago following the loss of our beloved basset hound mix.

Dear Flashy,

Two weeks ago you became a big brother. Your little brother is a terrier mix we’ve named Yogi. He’s just over a year-old. One of the crazy things we learned after adopting him is that his birthday is January 4th, 2017. We said goodbye to you on his first birthday. That was a bit of a sucker punch at first, but it also somehow feels… right? Poetic?

Before we brought him home, I put away your favorite toys in a bag, where I will save them. Don’t worry, I won’t let him play with them. I know you’d hate that. You never liked sharing your toys even with your big brother Arthur, and you idolized him.

I’ve been thinking of you so much. I don’t cry so much now that we have Yogi, but I like to think you’d be happy about this. You never liked when I was sick or sad. Of course, I’m crying now but that’s to be expected.

I had the flu not long after we said goodbye to you. It was the first time since early 2006 that I had to be sick without you to take care of me. I missed you so much. I still miss you so much.

Yogi is, in so many ways, your polar opposite. He’s hyper and loves to play with all…