I hope this spirit comes back to visit sometime. Lyttle was a brave beast. Nosy, stubborn, loving, protective, strong. He loved investigating the nooks and crannies of life. I met him over 10 years ago, and he has been living with us for the last 2. He didn’t care that he was blind, he powered through and over any obstacles in his path. He made me laugh, made me cranky, and made me cry. A true lap dog but always up for an adventure.
He passed away this morning, here at home. The house still echoes his pre-breakfast “hooting” sounds and I’ve already looked outside half expecting to see him searching for treats on the lawn. I told him last night my lap was ready any time he decided to come back.