Our amazingly strong, tuff, goofy, barky, slobbery, the best snuggler in the world boxer, Mieszko, gave us his last ounce he could last Thursday. He died in Andy's arms right after giving his last jump for joy-kidneybean-dance for him at the vet. The vet then quickly brought him back enough so the kids and I could get there to say our good-byes and send him off with not nearly as much love from us as he has shown our family.
We have heavy heavy hearts. Mieszko had so many odd medical problems, but he fought through them all. In the end, the vet listened and said to Andy, "His heart, one of the hardest working hearts I've heard, is finally at rest."
We loved our Mieszko so very much. The house is painfully quiet.
The kids are doing well. We have been preparing them, since he passed out almost 4 years ago, that everyday we have with him is a blessing.
On our way, racing to the vet to make it in time, Harry was praying to himself (as he told me he preferred), Nina was praying out loud through her tears, not asking to save him, not for one more day, or why...her prayers were, "Thank you for giving Mieszko to us for almost 11 years. Thank you for blessing us with the extra almost 4 years..."
Thank you. Thank you Mieszko for bringing us such joy and laughter. Even though he had some issues, the love he showed us was overflowing.


His foot on my lap and head on my knee while Harry opened his birthday presents.


Well. Our Christmas cards and pictures did not get out this year...or our out-takes, here are some. We did manage to have one last Christmas picture together.
















































