01/20/2024
When Dave died (at home, thank you, God), the people from the mortuary kindly drove his body down so our boys could see him and say goodbye. This was necessary, as Teddy would get upset with me when Dave traveled and start grabbing at my cell phone. I would call Dave, put him on speaker, and Dave would say "Big Boy, what's going on?" Teddy would be tossing his mane, swishing his tale and stomping his hooves, while Dave would make sympathetic remarks ("she did that? Poor boy! Well don't worry, I'll be home soon). Teddy would give me a look like he knew I was in trouble now.
When Dave's body was placed in front of the stalls, Teddy kept trying to get him to move, while Max went to the back of his stall and stood with his head drooping. Finally, Teddy accepted Dave was dead, went to the back of his stall and like Max, just drooped. He was depressed for months and 2 years later still shows he misses Dave, but hasn't grabbed for my phone again.
