Monday, July 28, 2008


Last week was a real bummer, as we lost another one of the family puppies. This time it was Craig's boy, and my "nephew", Draven.

I remember the first time I met Draven; he wandered nonchalantly, on his own, into the bike shop that I was working in. He promptly ignored me, and trotted further into the store, just checking to make sure everything was in the right place and in good order. He had obviously been there before. Draven did however introduce me to his dad, Craig.

Draven got used to me though, and became a great buddy. When I got Neo, he was a little annoyed at a new puppy, but he eventually, took over teaching Neo just how to be a dog. Draven was always ready to go for a run, a mountain bike ride, drink a beer and get into a fight (no, really), or even put on the kit, and work the feed zone.

Draven lived a long, happy, productive life, but finally, got beat by an evil case of pneumonia. Never a good thing when you are the equivalent of 80-some human years old. I have no doubt that everyone that knew Draven will miss him dearly.

I don't think it was a fluke that there was one of the best rainbows I have ever seen on his last day.


Jessica said...

Sad. Miss you Draven!

Feathers said...

well hell, this made me get all teary eyed remembering him as a younger dog. :(