From the first moment I saw Morty, I knew he was my heart dog. He was only six weeks old and his amazing personality was already shining through. He was the only male in a litter of five. While all his sisters were being good little puppies, he went missing, we found him behind the sofa going potty...and so started my love affair with the little guy, I absolutely love naughty puppies...LOL! The two week wait to bring him home seemed like an eternity. The week before I was to pick him up, I found out that one of his sisters hadn't been spoken for, so I decided to take her too.
Morty and his sister Onyx were inseperable. Where one went, usually Onyx, Morty would follow. They even ran and wagged their tails in sync with each other. I loved Onyx very much, but Morty had a special place in my heart that no other dog before or since has occupied. He had a way of looking at me with so much love in his eyes that I would melt every single time. It was obvious, even to strangers, that he was MY dog and no others, we had such a special bond.
When Onyx passed two years ago, I thought it wouldn't be long before it was Morty's time, boy did he prove me wrong.
Then Joey was gone and Morty was still here. It was such a comfort to have him to snuggle with through the grief of both losses. Then after a tumble down the stairs a couple months back, he started to deteriorate pretty rapidly. I knew when he was ready to go, he told me with his eyes...they were still full of love, but also pain.
One of my had friends recently commented, "I think Morty's still here because he loves you so much he doesn't want to leave." It's a nice thought, but I loved him so much I had to let him go.